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We’re sitting at the common area eating lunch and discussing the enemy team the Hawks were playing this Friday when an arm comes around my shoulder and then a large body falls down on the bench beside me. “Hey, pretty girl” I’m thrown into a headlock and someone tugs on my ponytail.I’d overslept this morning after passing out last night and woke to fingers running through my hair. I blinked open to a handsome face looking down at me, his hair combed back and fully dressed. “Sleeping beauty”“Good morning” I crocked my voice drowsy with sleep, tongue drier than a desert and I brought my hand up in a yawn. “What time is it?”His fingers trailed down my cheeks to the side of my lips “Late”“Urg” I groaned, burying the side of my face deeper into the pillows, I had class this morning but I couldn’t find it in me to jump out of bed, I wanted to sleep some more. My fingers fisted, my bare legs tangled in the sheets which was the only thing I was wearing.He smiled at my hesitation, it w
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It’s past midnight and I’d returned from Kyle’s game an hour ago, the Hawks won but it was a though one, my heart was constantly in my throat whenever the other team had the ball I was so glad when it ended and happy for the guys I stayed back to congratulate them even Jackson as he had performed excellently. Kyle took the cake though, had hannah yelling at the top of her voice, I swear her yes were shining with what might have been tears at the end. But yeah, I got it, she was proud. I knocked once and poked my head into his office. “You busy?” “Not yet, how was the game?”“Good, nearly had a heart attack a few times” I tapped my chest walking further into the room. “Will you came next time? Well the next game won’t be at our school by the one after that I think?” I crossed around his table my eyes moved from his relaxed position on his leather chair to the lite up scream of his computer. He’s hovering outside a meeting, at the bottom it says seven people are already on the
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Like legit rocked back and fell on my ass. I heard a laugh behind me. I don’t understand, such-such atrocity! “Who doesn’t have sneakers?” I was baffled. Everyone had at least one white and one black, I’m sure it was a rule of thumb or something. sheeshe. “I have no use for it” “Ack!” I gasped. “That’s even worse” holding the golden handle of the drawer, I hauled off my ass and sneaked a glance behind me to see he has his jeans up his hips, his head bent as he slid the belt of the now discarded pant through the hoops. I spied a glimpse of tanned washboard abs that caused my mouth to go dry and a hint of black briefs before he smooths his shirt down into place. A throat cleared and I looked up, I knew I’d been caught ogling and my cheeks flamed, I couldn’t help as my gaze dragged from the white shirt stretched over tight muscles, the short sleeves taut around his thick biceps that gave way to strong veiny forearms. Holy crap. The jeans sit perfectly at his trim waist, thick lo
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Stuffing my purchase into my purse my hand slipped through his arm. “Did you see something you like?” "Yes, Kitten" he answered. I laughed when we came to a stop in front of an ATM. No more than thirty seconds later he was stuffing his wallet with a bunch of crisps hundred dollar bills. “You do realize I have my own money right? Lots of it actually” That's what being the majority shareholder of Morgan Constructions meant. that was why Eunice was on my neck, not to mention the hefty sum that got deposited into my account every month and there was my trust fund I hadn't so much as touched excluding my college expenses. He chucked me under the chin with his index finger. “When I’m with you, I pay” I just shook my head and followed him to the next vendor, I doubt I'd be able to convince him otherwise. The was an older woman with a more gothic vibe standing in front of a jet black curtain, a purple turban wrapped around her head to her eyebrows, and a matching robe sweeping the flo
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** “Take the next right,” I said out loud. My eyes were on the map outlined on my screen “It says we're two minutes away” I added and Ian gave me a look and kept the vehicle moving. We were on a quest to locate an Italian diner I’d found online when I was looking for some lowkey places that offered great menus and food, this place had lots of recommendations but it seemed next to impossible to locate, I currently had my phone upside down to better see the route as I called out directions to the man in the driver's seat. “Are you sure we’re going the right way?” Ian asked when I said to take another right. “I should be somewhere around here according to the map…” I trailed off looking around “I think that’s it over there” The words Diana's Kitchen were written in red at the top of a butterscotch building The car slowed to a stop Ian looked in the direction I was pointing and gave me a look of disbelief, he cocked an eyebrow “You don’t mean to go in there?” The place does look
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I took a picture of my dessert and sent it to Hannah before scoping a large portion of chocolate cake into my mouth. After seeing not one but two movies gouging on popcorn and soda. With Ian making fun of me for a few escaped tears because of how emotional the ending of the second movie was. “Why do you like them so much if they make you sad?” He had asked when we left the theater. “I didn't cry because I was sad, but because it was so well portrayed it made me emotional, I guess” I looked at him over my shoulder, his face tipped down slightly as we walked outside, “What can I say, I’m a sucker for sad movies.” I wiped once more at the wetness clinging to my lashes.His hand fell to my hip and he pulled, “I know what would make you feel better. How about some chocolate cake? After dinner of course?” One thing with him he was determined to keep me fed, I haven’t eaten so much in one day as I have today. He was always: would you like some of that? That looks nice lets get some. Or w
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I haven’t seen Ian for most of the morning, I think he must be catching up on the work he missed yesterday and I almost feel bad for taking him away. Almost. He’s certainly not the only one catching up, as I’m currently chewing on the bottom of my pencil textbooks and my notes spread out in front of me. I’ve been at it since breakfast three hours ago and it’s almost noon. My phone lights up with notifications a few times, social media posts from people about their Saturday nights out. I'll take a look later, but for now, I ignore it. I read a line on my computer screen, swiping the eraser at the end of my pencil back on forth over my bottom lip when I see a movement in my peripheral. And then I feel his presence behind me. Arms trail down my arms and over my front from behind. His breath and hair tickle my neck when he lowers his chin into my neck. My hand rose slowly to his head and sank into his hair. “Hey,” I mumbled, combing my fingers through the silky strands. He ha
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Today was so not my day. A pang hit my chest at the thought because I wanted to look good. Not because the media might eat me if I showed up looking anything less than perfect, and the women, yeah... they wouldn't be able to hold themselves back. But also... Ian, he liked looking good, and took pride in his appearance. and liked it when I looked good on his arm. It was a male thing. Because out there I represented him whether I liked it or not. A man like that, I didn’t want to embarrass him.I didn't know there was going to be a time I thought of looking good because of a man but here we are.What was it he said the other time; Now you look like the wife of Ian Quinn. Yeh, it was very much a male thing. I didn’t have much time left so I did one of my easier styles. Starting with a blow out to get everything dry, I tried not to use too much heat on my hair, saving it for when the occasion called for it, mostly it was just when I was late for school and needed my hair to be presen
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