I was sitting in the living room, on my laptop, when I heard a motorcycle drive up our driveway. I looked out the window, and saw a guy.
He was already taking of his black helmet. "Mmm, I wonder who that is," I mutter under my breath. He probably just got lost.
I hear out doorbell ring. There is no way I am opening the front door. My parents were both out, and I was home by myself. I decided to let him think that no one is home.
I guess he is a very stubborn guy, because he kept ringing the doorbell and knocking. I sigh in annoyance, and slowly walk up to the door.
Suddenly, the door swings open, and the guys barges in. I scream and hide behind the sofa. I had forgotten that we don't ever lock our doors.
His hard gray eyes widen in surprise and shock, as his gaze finds me.
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Falling In Love With A Criminal
RomanceWhen Juliette finds out that her parents decided to let a guy on probation do community work for them on their ranch, she is angry. He is a criminal. How could they?