Description
I picked up my lehnga, sprinting down the hollow corridor as fast as my legs could take me. My bangles clanked together, filling up the hallway with a soft jingle. "Sunnah, don't make me come down there." I could feel his dark presence behind me. "FUCK YOU," I screamed as loud as my voice box would allow me. I reached the bottom of the corridor, a black door with golden swirls cascading down it, waiting for me at the depths of it. I reached out my manicured hand and tried turning the doorknob. My heart sunk. It was locked. I turned around to see his dark, tall figure standing with his arms crossed, as if waiting for me to accept my defeat. His chestnut eyes captivated me, and I halted in my spot as if in a trance. I choked on my breath as his words played back in my mind. "Wherever you go I will fucking find you and I don't care if I have to bring you back screaming. Don't fucking underestimate my desire for you because I would go to the depths of hell to drag you out." Well fuck him because he's got another thing coming. I don't go down without a fight. -------------‐----------------------- She's fiesty. He's flirty. She's angry. He finds it amusing. What happens when two opposites attract into a world of there own?
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