Doubt
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"Say it." He demanded, a smirk playing on his lips. I was pressed against the wall as he stood barely arms length away. I knew what he wanted me to say and a part of me wanted to say it too but I was too stubborn to give up. "Say what?" I asked innocently though he could see through the facade. Something I couldn't place flashed in his bright blue eyes. Before I could react he was right in front of me with his hands on my waist and his mouth on my neck. As much I didn't want to admit it, his touch sent fireworks throughout my body. Soon, I found myself giving in. "Damien, I-" -:-:- Forced together by their parents, Ariella Herrington and Damien Crawford struggle to keep their relationship strictly for business. They've been rivals since kindergarten with a violent past. What happens when fake becomes real?
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Sequel of His girl Damien Russo, his name makes people scared. Almost everyone knows him either for being a successful billionaire or for being the powerful, heartless Mafia Leader. Sneak peek⬇ Why are you helping? Why are you wasting your time on me when you could have ignored everything." I dare to ask him. He stared at me for a solid 3 minutes before he moved away from the wall and made his way to me. He didn't stop till he successfully caged me between the table and him. "Because since I've laid my eyes on you, I've promised myself that I would look after you and protect you from everyone." He stated, his face dangerously close to mine. "W-why?" I managed to ask. He didn't reply to me but instead, he started to lean in, making my heart beating fast in my chest. My hands were on my side, on the table, gripping it tightly. He put one of his hand on my cheek and made me look at him. He leaned and crashed his lips on mine.

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