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ack pants and a black shirt, sleeves rolled up over his fore

oving them from my ear and grabbing my phone from my pocket with deft fingers. He plugged

ght of this man listening to my playlist made me want

ou doing he

earphones in place. "Slow down" I complained. I was quite tall

alking the way home. Since we lived on the same street, I assumed he'd stop at his house. I assumed wrong. After

tupid ideas in my head, but this gentleman was definitely not In the mafia. Mafia bosses didn't use purple earphones and listen to shitty playlis

about this? All his stupid wo

back my phone

your name is. You could as well just

rget about me.

hy

ny sense in that pretty head of yours to know wh

me." I argued, my heart beating impossibly fast i

tisfy your desire to be bad." I could tell he

d, don't trea

n. You're basica

up?" I grinned. "Were you

into a tiny smile

aid sadly thinking about the absence of my two impo

step backwards. He looked forbidding now, completely shrouded in black, b

eyed. I turned around and walked into the house. As soon as I cross

f his broad back and his ass in those pants. I blushed in

ck

o my room, passed my parents' suite. I pressed my ear to the door as I walked by. I didn't even think of what I did next. I just opened the door,

in front of my dads meant that whatev

n between them better be resolved quickly. I didn't think mum was going to stop crying anytime soon, and

I couldn't have them all. To be honest, I didn't think either of them could either. The challenges they had gone t

hinking about them

ord he had ever said to me. The man was an enigma, and I had always been fascinated with

hapter on him and continue with my life as it had always been. Quiet, peaceful, simple. My world was already

tugged me in with

dangerous thing. I wasn't sure