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Daisy ✧
We arrived at my house safely.
The trip was silent, and the tension was obvious.
I tried to fall asleep, but all I managed to do was close my eyes and relax as much as I could.
Angel parked the car and exited on his side, turning around and opening the door to my side.
I walked out after thanking him.
I turned around to face him as we approached the front door.
When I raised my gaze to him, I noticed that his eyes were cold and his face was expressionless.
"What's wrong Daisy?" He asks.
I shake my head and respond.
"Nothing's wrong, I'm just tired." I tell him, hoping to sound believable.
Though I don't think he believed me as he stared at me intensely.
I averted my glance from his and gulped as I examined my shoes.
"Thank you, Angel, for tonight." I glance up at him and say honestly.
His gaze remained intense and cold and I sighed turning around to the door.
He had grabbed my arm before I could even get inside the door.
He spun me around quickly and gave me a deafening stare that made me want to crawl into a hole and die.
"Daisy, tell me," He says sternly.
I sigh and run a hand through my hair, getting frustrated.
"Leave it alone, Angel. I told you I was just tired." I told him harshly.
His jaw clenched tightly and he let go of my arm.
He gave me a single nod before turning around and walking away.
I bit my lower lip as tears welled up in my eyes.
I hurried up the stairs and into my room as soon as I entered the house.
I locked the door and exhaled a sigh of relief.
I sat down on my bed and leant back against the bed frame, after placing all my things on my desk.
My mind raced as I stared blankly at the decorated wall in front of me.
I simply considered all of my options.
There weren't many, and the pounding in my head made it difficult for me to concentrate.
I've never been a fan of stress.
I couldn't just take 500 thousand dollars from Angel; I wouldn't want him to think I'm after his money.
I couldn't tell him about it either; there was no way I could without drawing attention to myself or being caught.
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Moonlight
Romance** Currently in the progress of being rewritten :)** - Angel Romano was known for his ruthless ways. They said he was a supposed duplicate of his father, but only to be worse. He was known for his cold exterior, his heartless heart. But most import...
