Love And Redemption

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ways start off as angels, but e

ing painfully, not a pleasant feeling at all. I groaned, swinging my legs over the side of the bed and shuffling toward the door. T

ghts, and the sound of music blared through the air like a relentless wave. It was unbearable and a stark contrast t

rby. The cool night air hit me like a refreshing splash of water, but I kept searching around for anythi

said, his voice cheerful. As soon as he wound down the window, I recognized him immediately-it was the

he dark. I didn't respond; instead, I simply turned and walked away

e friendly but slightly frustrated. I could hear him following in the cab

dangerous man in my eyes, but I just wasn't in the mood for comp

he insisted, trying to keep it lighthearted. I felt the frustr

ng. "Stay away from me, Franklin!" I said firmly,

ly undeterred. "You're beautiful, and it's impossible to look past you," h

et any closer, I slapped him hard across the face. "The next time you come anywhere near me, I will make sure

g until I disappeared from sight. I felt a small twinge of guilt creep in. Maybe I shouldn't ha

was still foggy with the events of the night, and the food tasted bland. But I was hungry and took what I could g

in my tracks. "Why didn't you order any food f

tly, not in the mood for conversation. I just wanted to r

The slap, the taxi driver, and my anger-it was all too much. I fl

on the door. "Who is that!?" I yelled in frustration. The n

e the female voice

!" I groaned, wishing they

ack, showing no signs of backing d

. I walked over and opened the door with an annoyed expression. "What do y

stomach dropped when I recognized him instantly. "He's here to fix the broken bathr

My anger flared up again, my voice risin

cting his question to the lady without acknowledging me. I c

r the inconvenience, but I promise you, Franklin will be done fixing it before you even kno

athroom, wiping his hands on a rag. "Fixed

en urge to apologize welling

ace me. I took a deep breath bef

ad every right to slap me. I'm sorry for being a wr

honesty. "I'm Diana Gates," I said, attempting t

till not meeting my gaze, an

ed the way we did-a clash of emotions that had come out of nowhere. But as I stood there alone in the fading morning light, I was left with a str

his cursed gender

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