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"Tell me you don't want that," darkened eyes clashed with hazed chocolate orbs. "Say it, and we can stop right now. Tell me, and I'll go." Silence filled the quiet night air, passing cars and crickets fading into the background. "'Cause I have full intentions on making you my wife, the mother of my kids, my fucking everything. I want that. I want you. Understand?" Her eyes watered as her lips begin to quiver, swallowing hard and quickly bobbing her head, "I want that too." "That's what I fucking thought, baby." ***** Cerise Rowan was the definition of a homebody. Her days consisted of a routine: sleep, eat, study, and repeat. If you asked her, she wasn't afraid of change, she simply valued her comfort. Highly. Dealing with "mild anxiety", sleep, solitude, and snacks were her favorite S-words until another entered her life. Deciding to get a job due to her increasingly stressful financial situation, Cerise desperately applied to any that accommodated her class schedule. Choosing to bury her anxieties, she accepts a position as a receptionist in a place she certainly thinks she doesn't belong. ***** Saint Novak's focus was to live comfortably and mind his business. With an intimidating presence and emotionally blank exterior, he was a walking 'Caution!' sign. He didn't waste energy on anything deemed unnecessary and only did what he wanted to do. It was hard to gain his attention, and even harder to get under his skin. So what is he to do when he walks into his parlor and is met with a new face? A very pretty face. One that brings out desires he didn't even know he was capable of? Keep her close, of course.
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