Just my type

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The next few days were just similar to others!miserable!Curling up like a ball with dry tears was all I did the whole day. Those crystals weren't because I was married to a mafia forcefully but because i was betrayed by my own blood! A low sob left my lips and the door knob twisted revealing a man in black shirt arms cuffed!those tattoos displaying themselves on his veiny arms. Looking up at the face all it felt were butterflies. His face was iron coated,no emotion. As his dark orbs met my brown hazel ones,my heart sped up. His face is too beautiful to take eyes off but the fear inside forced me to look down. His steps slowly shifted towards me,making my hold on bedsheet tight! "Starving yourself isn't a solution", the man said. "Forcing me into a marriage is also not a solution but a huge problem!",she blurted. "I welcome problems",he said. "But your existence isn't welcomed in my life", she spoke. The man placed the tray on nightstand, walking close he held her jaw, looking with rage,"Bold,Beautiful just my type but your attitude makes me tear it apart,babygirl!      

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