“Sorry, slipped. I’ll clean it up.”
He got up and left the table.
My sister asked when I’d met my fiancé.
I really was a villain at heart. Lies just flew out
of my mouth, “Six months ago. He’s British.”
When Danny came back, he didn’t touch a
drop of water, but he started pounding back
the shots.
Later, everyone left.
Danny stood in front of me, “Aren’t you
gonna see me to the door?”
He was drunk, so I figured it wasn’t safe for
him to walk alone.
But even when I got him to his doorstep, he
didn’t say a word.
Danny unlocked the door and went inside.
I thought for a second and finally said,
“Well…I’m not gonna come in. I should get
back.”
But then Danny grabbed my wrist and yanked
me inside.
I stumbled and instinctively grabbed onto him.
The door slammed shut, and I was pinned
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against it.
The room was dark, and my senses went
haywire.
His boozy breath tickled my ear.
My heart was racing, “Danny, don’t scare
m—” m-
Before I could finish the word, “me,” his lips
were on mine.
It was like a storm, his lips crushed against
mine, not giving me any chance to escape.
“Why did you lie to everyone about having a
boyfriend? You’re the one who started all
this. Why am I always the one chasing after
you?”
く
“Danny, stop, I have to go home,
“”
He held me tight, his voice rough and bitter.
“You’re so cruel, Paris.”
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“You shouldn’t have dumped me. You
should’ve taken responsibility eight years
ago!”
He grabbed my hand, guiding it down.
Forcing me to wrap my fingers around his
throbbing member…
Something exploded in my head.
Even through the fabric, my hand felt like it
was burning, and I wanted to pull away.
I tried to pull back, but he just gripped me
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