Killing Mr. Perfect

Killing Mr. Perfect

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"Goodbye, Mr. Perfect," I said. I picked up the bloody, white rose, then threw the red one at him. Taking just one last, little look at the lifeless body made me smile. "I'll savor our last kiss,"
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My Boss

And there I stood, with my mouth wide open, my hands shaking, and my legs frozen. My boss looks up from his victim that is laying dead at his feet before wiping his bloodied hands on his shirt. As he saunters over to me, with a devilish hint in his eyes, all I could think about was how freaking pissed I was for my own body betraying my mind when it told me to run. I take a deep breath and close my eyes as he reaches his red stained hands towards my face, knowing this could be my last moment on Earth. Bracing myself for death to happen upon me, I clench my eyes shut tighter and curse myself for not being more brave. You might be wondering how I've ended up in this situation. Well, it all started 6 months ago, when I met the gorgeous stranger who now is holding my fate in his hands....

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