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"What are you doing in my house?" He sat there in my sofa with his arms spread out across it, his black shirt was unbuttoned all the way down to the bottom. He had lit my fireplace while I was out, causing a glow to illuminate his body. "I'm not going to ask you again." He stood up, his reckoning height forced me to lift my head to meet his eyes. "I want to talk and you're going to listen, sit." I stayed where I was with my back against my front door. He walked to my kitchen and grabbed a glass from the cupboard, proceeding to pour him some of my whiskey. When he took his last gulp he looked back at me. His eyebrows furrowed and he huffed as if something crossed his mind for a brief second. Before I could say anything about his disrespectful audacity, he flicked his arm and sent the glass straight into the wall next to me. It shattered on impact and the bits and pieces spread out across my tile floor, some shards flew my way so I instinctively jumped back. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" He didn't say anything. I started to back up as he took slow strides towards me. The back of my legs hit the sofa but before I fell into it his large hand snaked around to my lower back and I was pulled into his bare chest. He used his other hand to pull out the black piece of metal tucked behind my belt before he finally let me fall. My face was dangerously close to his waistline so I kept my head raised as he looked down at me while he unloaded the magazine. "Now, as I was saying."
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