The Bad Boy's Doll

The Bad Boy's Doll

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She was quiet. He was obnoxious. She was sympathetic. He was aggressive. She was hurting. He was laughing. She's falling. And he's falling, too. ~~~ "Swaying your hips for a reason, doll?" I spun around to face him, feeling my heart jump from his dark tone. "No reason," I replied, watching him take a step forward, gradually increasing my insecurity around him. He made me feel so insecure. Only because he was perfect. "No reason? You're a tease." "Am not! You just can't help but look at every girl's flat ass!" "Oh no," he began, taking another step, sliding his hands out of his pockets. I was unsure if he'd hurt me. Well, we were in the middle of a dark forest, no lights, just the two of us. Just him following me. He took another step, and he was about a foot away. He smiled at me, reaching forward and touching my forearm, causing me to shiver. His smiled turned to a smirk, as he put his face near my ear. He whispered seductively, "You're my doll, and I play with you."
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Childhood friends, bound to fall in love. But what happens when love becomes an obsession? ~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Why are you here?" I blurt out before I can stop myself, surprising both of us. He raises his eyebrows, clearly caught off guard by the question. "Mara, come sit down," he says, smiling and patting the empty space beside him. I shake my head but, despite myself, find my feet moving toward the couch. "Are you still mad at me?" He asks, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Shut up," I mutter, rolling my eyes. It's clear I've got some unresolved anger. "You're the one who wanted out, remember?" he says, the hint of a challenge in his tone. "You threw me out of your car and disappeared," I snap, bitterness dripping from my words. "Okay, not my finest move. But I had to," he replies, his eyes flickering with a brief, almost imperceptible pain. "Why are you back now? Why my dad's company? Is this some kind of game for you?" I ask, frustration edging my voice. "Oh, bunny," he says, sliding closer. My breath hitches at the sudden proximity. "I told you I'd never let us be apart again." He grabs my face with his hand, shaking it slightly as if to emphasize his point. I gasp at his words. "W-wha-" I say nervousness stealing my ability to form words. "Yes, bunny. This is not a game. Never apart again. Okay?" He says sliding his thumb over my bottom lip.

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