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"Come up to the playroom, pet", he said, smirking.
"Oh, screw you Vincent", she finally snapped. She got dragged into this anyway, but she'd be damned if she stood there and took this for another second!
Suddenly, he grabed her and pinned her against the wall, her back making a loud noise as it collided with the wall.
"I told you to call me Master", he growled.
Aileen looked up at him, her eyes filled with raw terror. Vincent was big and strong, as he towered over her, he could seriously hurt her.
Taken aback by the wild look in her eyes, Vincent immediately let her go, as if her skin burned his hands.
"I'm sorr-" ,he tries to tell her, but Aileen quickly runned up the stairs and locked herself in the bathroom.
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The thing about psychopaths though, is that they're notorious for their lack of fear, but also their ability to mimick emotions in order to manipulate people into doing their bidding.
And Aileen was doing just that.
Warning: this book contains mental illness, violence, mentions of drug use
(the first 3 chapters are sort of a prequel, the story picks up after that, but they are still very important)
"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.
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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?
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