He was very angry. He was looking at me like he wants to either rape me or punch my face.
"I can expla- "
He cuts me off.
"You have been a very very bad kitty. You have no idea what I've been through."
His grip on my neck tighten suffocating my food...
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Emara Stone
I skip a few steps of stairs in order to reach down fast, I don't want him to wait for me anymore as I already wasted 5 minutes in searching matching earrings.
I see hotty leaning on his car with a cigarette in between his lips. He is wearing black shirt and pants. His rolled up sleeves of the shirt are doing a good job at showcasing his jaw-dropping muscles. He takes a puff from his cigarette which is in one hand and another one ruffling his hair. The view is quite mesmerizing and all I wanna do is to draw him.
He is a damn piece of art.
Suddenly his head turns sharply in my direction. For a second I stopped breathing the way his eyes connected mine, wild and captivating. His eyes rank down on my dress then at my just waxed legs, his eyes stay a little longer on my thighs where my dress ends.
He straightens up and throws the half-smoked cigarette then takes long steps towards me. The smoke cloud released from his lips and nostrils makes him look dangerous and entrancing, just like a customized drug.
"I misse-" I couldn't even complete the sentence as warm and soft lips smashes mine. His muscular arms engulf around my waist stopping me from falling back as his lips gently but urgently sucked mine. I couldn't help but melt under his warm hard chest that is pressed to mine.
The cigarette taste on his heated lips is making me high on them.
Our lips disconnect as we both gasp for air "I missed you too, Emara." The way he says my name, it sounds better than anyone has ever said. I shiver when his fingers brush my thigh as he touch the hem of my dress "You look magnetic in this dress." I blush like to-ma-toes.
He pulls my waist as he began walking towards his car. I can't say which model is this but it looks like an expensive sports car, a damn cleancar. He opens the door then steps back for me to climb in. I couldn't help but again blush towards his chivalrous actions. He is such a gentleman.
Remember when he shouted 'Get out' of your face.
I clear my throat as I try not to remember his rage behavior, I don't want to spoil our date. He walks around the back of the car then gets into the driver's seat. "Seatbelts?" He asks looking at me as he slides on his seatbelt. He doesn't drive until I put on my side of seatbelt too.
Emara Damison... Sounds so powerful.
I turn my head in his direction as the smooth music floods inside the car. I never though hotty would be into instrumental music. His whole concentration is on the road so I take that as a chance to gaze upon his features.
I observe his thick eyebrows and straight pointed nose give him a look of an underground wanted don. Though his personality screams of a psycho narcissist, his face is sculptured as a Greek god. Someone who looks like he can get anything.
