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Loving Rex Angelo
Romance "Hey, hey slowdown, park beside that girl.” Rex told Jones, Jones did not need to be told twice he did as he was told and parked beside Cherry. Rex lowered the car window watching the morning breeze carry her auburn hair. Mesmerized he watched Cherry longer than he wanted but regained control afterward.
"You're going somewhere?”He asked her hoping for a normal conversation. This wasn't like him, parking by the roadside to talk with an ordinary girl, but Cherry doesn't feel ordinary to him she was extraordinary. Cherry looked confused thinking he was talking to someone else, she innocently looked behind her to see if there was another person behind her and she did not notice it. "I am talking to you girl, there is no one behind you.” Rex spoke sounding offended she looked behind instead of answering.
"Me?” Cherry asked looking very confused. She did not expect to catch the attention of anybody and a hot handsome rich man like Rex wasn't on her list.
"Yes, you get in.”He ordered not having the sweet boy tone he used seconds ago. Cherry felt her skin crawl in uncomfortable ways because of the tone he used, it brought back memories that had been buried for years. Cherry absent-mindedly stepped back looking at him with unsure eyes. Rex noticed the change in her mood but tried making her feel easy with him.
"I can't. I don't know you.”Cherry spoke as if in a trance, she mentally and physically got herself ready to sprint in case he reached to attack her.
"You are going to G stark enterprise isn't it.”He asked. Cherry was astonished contemplating if she should answer or not.
"No.”She flatly denied it not wanting to continue this conversion anymore.
I am not kidnapping you if that is what you're thinking, just consider it a favor. Now hurry into the car, you don't want to be late on your first day.” He said which shocked Cherry.
How did he know about her job and where she worked. She felt uncertain to enter the car but an unknown force controlled her into listening to him. She was already falling for the handsome without his persuasions.
"Okay.”She replied, angry he got through her. Cherry carefully stepped into the car, using the door Rex left open. Rex gave Cherry some room so she could slip in fully and helped her close the door while his hand accidentally brushed against her hand. Rex saw her visibly tense but thought of a quick way to make her relaxed with him.
"You got to relax. I am not a kidnapper I promise.”He told her. Cherry jumped from her seat not expecting him to say a word but continued to sit that way, her muscles stiff and unmoving.“What is your name?" He asked her.
"Sorry I can't tell you.”She replied politely still looking out the window. She held the door for dear life, if she wasn't careful enough the door will open and send her flying out but luckily for her it was locked from the driver seat.
"You are in my car and you got to answer me or do you expect me to call you that girl.”He asked cocking his head to the side. Rex fought the urge to look Cherry up and down with his sinful eyes, it will only make matters worse. And why was he interested in her he could not explain.
Just as she suspected, he was up to something this was no free ride. “I'd prefer none.” She said sternly.
"As you wish.”Rex replied having no other means to communicate with Cherry since she only showed more hostility than friendship towards him.
They didn't say anything to each other till the car came to a halt. Cherry quickly grabbed her purse and exit the car, she did not however forget to thank him for the ride.
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"You, what are you doing here?”She snapped at him feeling exposed and embarrassed he watched her dance. Rex became vexed by what she said.
"Look little girl I might be friendly but I tolerate nothing from anyone so know your place.”He warned her.
"Little? I know my place it is you who doesn't. Watching someone dance is creepy.”She blurts out.
"Oh I'm sorry, I can't help it when I am stuck with a stripper shaking her buttocks for my entertainment.”Cherry slapped him on the cheek glaring hard at him.
"How dare you son of a bitch!" She yelled in his face. You might like
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A huge bed. Messy sheets with streaks of dried dubious fluids stained. Clothes strewn across the bed and the floor. Clothes that belonged to her and a man.
Anya jerked in shock. She whipped her head around and stared at the other side of the bed.
On the huge and messy bed slept the man whom she had been secretly in love with forever. Evan Welton, the most sought-after bachelor in the capital city. The Adonis of Nordeny.
Exhaustion lined his handsome face. His eyes were tightly shut. He showed no signs of waking up. He was completely naked, His finely sculpted form laid completely bare to Anya's eyes.
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Her breathing quickened. Did she...had she...with Evan...last night?
Anya shoved aside the splitting pain in her head and forced herself to recall what had happened last night.
Last night...she remembered that she had paid a visit to her stepmother.
What had happened after that?
Her memories were a blur. Her head felt heavy and her neck was killing her. Amid the fog clouding her head, snippets of memories flashed. She remembered heated touches, naked flesh and then some...
There was no doubt about it. They had sex.
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The man set to inherit the vast fortunes of the wealthiest family in Nordeny and the bachelor whom every young woman from any respectable family sought to marry. A man who loathed the advances of women he didn't know. Angering him would mean death.
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Pain spiked down Anya's arms. Her eyes reddened as she repeated herself.
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The young man pulled on the rest of his clothes angrily.
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