Player Meets Gamer

Player Meets Gamer

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"Would you please leave?" I half whispered fixing the tilted games on the shelf, feeling his eyes intensely stare a whole through me. "Are you asking a customer to leave? I really do think that's wrong of you." Feeling his smirk within those words. "That's the thing, customers actually buy stuff, but for you? The past three days you've been coming into this store and you haven't purchased one thing." I said a bit softer forcing myself to face him. "Now I don't know about you, but that sure sounds like a stalker. Unless you're eyeing up the place to rob than maybe I should call the Mall's security?" (Warning: Grammar and punctuation errors ahead, be warned)
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"You know, it won't physically hurt you to be nice for once." I crossed my arms in front of my chest and groaned. "I don't want to take a chance." the corner of his lips lifted a little as he finished his sentence. "Well, you don't hear me complaining. The view of a someone so desperately working out is not a delight either." I retorted in a weary voice. "I bet it isn't." he narrowed his eyes at me and commented. Ugh.. Why is he so damn annoying? "You know what, just take your arrogant ass out of my room." I scowled at him, pointing towards the door. With small steps, he walked towards me. I took a step backwards when he neared me. He was invading my personal space, making me a bit flustered. The urge to push back his golden-brown hair covering his forehead was increasing with every passing second. "Gladly." he mumbled against my face and then walked past me out of my room. It took me a minute to calm down my racing heartbeat. ... He was a mystery, an enigma I wanted to solve. He was exhausting, he was infuriating, yet staying away from him was not an option. He was making me feel things I haven't felt before. Adam McArdle! Who are you and what are you doing to my poor little heart? ... #1 in GENERAL FICTION (23-05-2019) #1 in CHICKLIT (21-07-2019)

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