Ma3_diorxz
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""I do not love you! We are not-! You are simply not-!" I stammer, unable to form a coherent reason for my lack of affection toward him. He flashes that infuriatingly handsome smirk, leaning with casual ease against the desk.
"Now, look me in the eyes and say it again, sweetheart," he murmurs, his deep voice smooth as silk. Tilting his chin upward, he arches an eyebrow and waits with unshakable patience.
I can only keep my gaze fixed on the floor, my fingers nervously tugging at my sleeves. "Oh, fuck you," I mutter. His rich, hearty laughter fills the room, tugging at the corners of my lips despite myself.
{ᴀ ᴅᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ}
"Oh, please. You are unbearably full of yourself. I do not like you-never will," I scoff, twirling a strand of my curly hair around my finger. He merely shrugs, that sly smirk unfaltering, entirely unbothered.
"You are right-you do not like me," he begins, his smirk widening into a full grin. "You are absolutely in love with me."
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