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Psycho's Mine

"What you gonna do? Force your way out?" He smirked. My eyes widened due to his audacity. "Y-you a$$hole!" I exclaimed in annoyance. Why can't he understand the word no? I saw how his demeanor got dark. His already chinky eyes narrowed into slits as he glared daggers at me. His stance grew predatory, and I blanched. He's being scary. "I am what?" He whispered animosity is on his voice. My tongue got tied as I tried to bite back a curt and failed. He was already walking towards me, but I held my place. I'm not going to show him he can intimidate me. We were just mere centimeters apart now, and his scent invaded my personal space again. "You are staying." He mumbled. His fingers traced the contour of my collar bone before dipping at the hollow on my neck. "And you know that we still have that deal, yeah?" He moved his fingers up my neck and grabbed me by my nape before pulling me close to him. His face hunched closer to nuzzle my neck, and then he started pressing little kisses that made my eyes close. He is seducing me... "We're going to seal that deal sooner or later, Lyubov moya. I hope you're ready." He rasped in my ear right before he bit down. --------------------------------------- Wynter McIver, Queen of the Boardroom. She was born with a silver spoon in her mouth, and she always gets what she wants. At 28, her mother pushes her to marry, but she never agreed nor even think about it. She's in her prime life and being tied down is still out of her mind. She had boyfriends before, but none of them could coax her into marriage. But when she met the ruggedly handsome and mysterious Keith Andrew Nagasaki, her thoughts in marriage fled out of the window. At last, she met her knight in an Armani suit, her other half, and she would do anything to have him. But when she discovered his deepest and darkest secret, she didn't know what to do. She was trapped in wanting the man and fearing him. WARNING: R18 Credits to the artist

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The Talk pt. 3

"He's part of the mafia."

I stared at her face as if she had grown two more heads. She just casually let that out without even blinking like she's reading something from a newspaper.

'Did she just fvcking say mafia? Or am I hearing shit right now?'

"The mafia you say?" I repeated, wanting confirmation that I really have not heard it wrong.

There's no way that I heard it right...

"Yes. That's correct," Olivia affirmed.

I gazed at her for a second and felt a laughter was already bubbling up my throat. She was also doing the same but her expression didn't even change that much, even when I was flat out laughing at her face now.

I shook my head lightly and stifled my laughter before looking back at the stone-faced Olivia.

"Stop fvcking around, will you?" I growled through gritted teeth.

I have no time for practical jokes. Nor do I have time to fool around her. It wasn't funny.