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Amara's povI was in what seemed to be the longest and most quiet elevator ride in the world and to worsen it all, I was stuck with the grumpiest person to ever grace the surface of the earth.A tough situation.I had three bothersome things to do. Well, they weren't bothersome to me but they will be to him.Firstly, I wanted to move closer to him and tuck that stray black strand in place. Secondly, I wanted to break the silence and ask if a gypsy had ever read his palm and then, I wanted to grab a hold of his cane and examine it.Do not bother the grump, Cora snickered and I had to resist the urge to laugh.I had my lips pressed together with my fingers running through my hair. It was my way to keep back the many questions I had to ask him.I leaned against the elevator wall and watched him.He wasn't positioned against the wall like I was.Instead, he stood upright.One hand holding the cane, his fingers twirling on the eagle head, the other hand fiddled in his coat pocket and produ
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Amara's pov I was still tongue-tied as the ride went on while sneaking glances at Orian who never once glimpsed in my direction and I was very much convinced that he saw me as nothing but a mere irritating responsibility.We bore the ride in silence and if not for the partition separating us from the front compartment I would have reached forward to put on some music. My derriere had the chance on being on display but it would have been worth the risk, I hated silence.I looked at him again.His head was bent over peering at his phone screen as he tapped away at it. His other hand still held his cane and images of what had happened in the elevator flashed through my head. I suddenly grew hot remembering how his hand had grasped my waist, the other hand tilted my neck as he feasted on my blood.I swallowed remembering how I had felt. I squeezed my eyes shut, tucked the fabric of my dress between my legs, and squeezed them together willing myself not to get aroused.
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Amara's povI couldn't measure up to her or the hooker he had been with at the alley. I had small breasts, a round stomach, and hips with very, very prominent hip dips.In other words, a bad figure.I looked back at her and she was leaning into him, her hand was on his arm, a smile was still on her face even though he hadn't returned it and their interaction looked like they were familiar with each other. It was like I wasn't even there. Jealousy brewed in my stomach as she leaned closer and I wanted to retch all over the place. It wasn't like I had some claim on him or he was mine and he preferred busty brunettes over silly-looking pale-skinned blondes and to worsen it all, they interacted in Russian and I felt dumb. He seemed to know Russians everywhere he went.After what felt like forever, she went off leaving both of us alone and I heaved a sigh of relief, "Did you know I am a Princess?" I don't know why that came out of my mouth but I needed to say something to get rid of the ac
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Amara's pov"I want to see your wings again, I think I like them." He huffed at my words and laid me on the bed. A satisfactory moan escaped my lips when my back met with the soft bed coverings and I snuggled in for more warmth, "Pweetty pweease..." He frowned at my pout and I couldn't resist the urge to take my fingers to his face, my thumb soothed the furrow on his forehead and it was his turn to sigh."You are drunk." He moved my legs and I felt his hands on my feet pulling at the shoes, "I said you couldn't have any.""Tipsy, the word is tipsy." I raised myself a little with my elbows resting on the bed, acting as support. I wasn't drunk, I was just slightly inebriated and I could still function quite well, "Tell me more about yourself...""I hate being stabbed with a fork on a first date."Date?? So it was a date?? I was very sure my mouth was slightly ajar and again I was stunned as I stared at him trying to process his words and he held his famous grimly expression like he hadn
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Amara's pov"Nope! Not the same person." Rose shook her head and I managed to raise a brow at her while spinning across the bedroom doing my last dance lap, "The only similarities they have are the same eyes, same statue and they both call you by your middle name which they found out about in different ways.""Hmm." I did a couple of final spins and then my feet dropped shortly after the piano music from my phone came to a halt, "You have a point." My feet ached as I walked to the coffee table to grab my water bottle. I popped up the covering and instantly took big gulps, I could feel my chest heaving due to how out of breath I was as I drank. Rose and I were unraveling the mysteries behind my stalker and Mr grump. I told her everything that had happened since my sixteenth birthday.She freaked out and almost dialed my parents and I had to tackle her to the ground and fling her phone across the room, "You are okay living with a man watching and threatening you? Who do y
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Amara's povHe is outside! He came to see me! I clamped my palm over my mouth to depress an excited yell which threatened to escape when my eyes ran through the contents of the text."I am gonna lick your pussy and make you cum." Terren's muffled voice interrupted my glee and I threw an annoyed glance at his sleeping form, "Like a creamy fountain." I was close to grabbing one of my pillows and turning him over so I can suffocate him with it but I couldn't risk starting a war between our kingdoms and so I picked the easiest option. I got out of bed to text Orian back.Where exactly are you? I texted back while shuffling around for my flip-flops, the same pair he got me. I had grown attached to them.Your balcony, come out, My heart stopped for a bit and I froze, my thumb hovering over the screen. I had a lot of questions and my thoughts were running wild again, how did he know my room had a balcony and how did he get there?Ask nicely, I sent it while looking at myself in the mirror wo
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Amara's pov Orian let go of me after saying those words that I was trying hard to decipher their meaning. They seemed innocent but I couldn't think of hidden meaning for them if there was one. It was at the tip of my tongue to ask him what he meant and if it was possible, he could show me.I wanted to know badly. I wanted to know what he thought about me, how he felt about me, if he was going to take me on a second date if he wanted to be friends or friends without morals. I scrunched my nose, his words twisting in my head as I watched him trace his steps back to the bag he had dropped earlier."I got you something." He sounded composed as always even after saying the most bizarre things and leaving me flustered.The bag dangled in his hands as he walked toward the bench that was placed next to the banister of the balcony. He sat on it, his legs were spread a bit with his elbows resting on them, and the bag dangled between his legs. I watched him closely, noticing th
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Amara's pov A man not texting me back was going to be my villain origin story. Pathetic? I know. Burdened is the heart that grows fond of another, I wish I had been told this earlier. If I had known, I wouldn't have grown attached to Orian or maybe I would have but not carelessly.I moved uneasily around my bed, sliding against the sheets and clutching the covers to my chest while trying to find a suitable position that would enable me continue my prolonged slumber.My stomach growled.I wasn't surprised. I was beginning to think that the breakfast of salad Terren had sent up for me was a punishment for not letting him in my room and not for me to lose a little fat from my rounded belly as he put it. My belly isn't even that big, Despite knowing this, I spent a few minutes palming it trying to know if it was actually big or He was just exaggerating.I know it bulged out a bit when I wear my body con dresses, it folded when I sat but I don't think having about five spoonf
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