The Seven Deadly Sins *Pride*

The Seven Deadly Sins *Pride*

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Pride. Is something someone feeds on To make himself feel good. The Satisfactory of being able To bribe about something Or someone. For example: "Josef who is this lovely lady? One of your eye candies?" A man with bright blues asked. I snorted. I looked up to Josef, who had puffed up his chest. I rolled my eyes. "Actually no. This is Gorgeousness." He said pushing me forward and showing me off like some sort of trophy. I scowled at him. And was about to open my mouth when he narrowed his eyes at me. Signalling me not to start an argument. I huffed and turned towards the bright eye guy. And we shook hands. He looked me over. And shook his head with a smirk. "Better keep this one close. You never know who might want her." He stated, licking his lips. I frowned at his sentence. I turned towards Josef. His narrowed eyes and clenched fist told me he was pissed. "Mine!" He growled. I frowned deeper. "No I am no ones." I huffed. Something flashed in his eyes. Anger Guess I wounded his ego
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C O M P L E T E D "Date me," he spins the whiskey around in the glass and fixes me with a smirk. I roll my eyes the moment the words roll off his tongue. "Are you really that desperate?" I scoff in response, fighting back the ever prominent blush. His smirk widens as my face flushes red and he leans over the countertop towards me. I step back. "Name your price," he replies, his words cool and smooth like ice cream. Only I would reference food at a moment like this. Anger rolls around in the pit of my stomach; I may not have money but I have morals. "You can't buy people, Grant," The words fall out of my mouth and he recoils as if slapped. I'm glad. Stupid rich boy and his player ways. "Bet I can," I resist the urge to slap the smug look of his face and scoff again. "Right," I drag out the word, rolling my eyes. I step away from the counter and turn my back on him, desperate to leave. But he speaks again. "Date me. Two months. If you fall for me for my money, I win. If I fall for you for who you really are, you win." I consider this for a moment. I have nothing to loose and really not much to gain. But I'm so desperate to put the asshole in his place that I can't resist. I'm a sucker for a bet. "Deal."

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