When Claire gets forced into a fake relationship for business with a douchebag she just met, her heart shatters into pieces that can never be put together. ------------------------- I open my eyes quickly and i find him standing in front of me, towering over me, and now that i am sitting he looks even taller than before, wait this looks inappropriate i should stand up, "the name's Evan." "I didn't ask." I say standing up. "What's with the attitude?" He looks irritated. Good. "Look, not to be rude, but you're not my type." I say while making eye contact with him. He looks at me in confusion for a second before he leans in, getting closer to my face, "what's your type?" He asks with a grin on his face. What the fuck is his problem? "cat cut your dirty tongue?" He says and i stay completely silent, i don't know what came over me, but i couldn't form up any words. I look at him frustrated, then leave the kitchen hearing his footsteps following behind me. ----------------------------- This story contains swearing, mature scenes, etc. Therefore if you are less than 18 i advise you not to read even though i know most of y'all won't listen to me, so i really don't care. Have fun!
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