[COMPLETED] 18+??: Contains mature and sexual content // enemies to lovers
"I hate you." I repeated as I continued to walk toward her, causing her to touch the closed refrigerator with her back as she backed away. "I hate you so much that sometimes...
"It is better to fail in originality than to succeed in imitation." - Herman Melville
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This dinner is really to die for. And not in a good way. Sitting at home and pressing on my healing wound would have been more exciting. Or removing my leg hair with a single pair of tweezers. Hair by hair. At least then I would have felt something.
Because my body was pretty numb by now due to the alcohol. Maybe it's also because of the pills I'm still taking. Okay, probably it's the pills. Maybe mixing the two wasn't such a brilliant idea after all. But now it's too late anyway.
The conversation with Harry earlier was the most exciting thing of the evening so far. And I hate to admit it.
Wow, I thought finding someone who wasn't Harry to distract me would be easier. However, there is no one here who attracted my interest. The looks Harry and I gave each other at dinner really confused me and the old women who apparently noticed the looks didn't make the whole situation any better. It was embarrassing to be shown up like that. Fortunately, none of the other girls had noticed.
I wanted to stay away from him. But there is something about this man that makes it impossible for me to ignore him. Fuck why does he have to be a fucking gang leader? If he wasn't on my list I might even give in....
Because damn...those looks - his eyes glow dark with a shimmer, is that even possible? Anyway. When he fixes me with them the hairs on the back of my neck stand up and I immediately get goosebumps. That never happens to me. His gaze is so intense in a way I can't describe. Even when I'm not looking at him, I can literally feel his gaze. And the tension increases strongly as soon as our gazes meet.
When the dinner was over, I immediately kept as far away from him as possible. Not that I would ever hide from him out of fear, fuck no, but it makes my search for someone easier. Although it sure would be funny to see his look when I flirt with someone else and then even disappear with him. Because he knows my plan now.
Usually it doesn't take long until the first ones try to hit on me. But this time it was not like that. Most of them were afraid to even look me in the eye. Why is that? Did I do something that I don't know anything about now?
Do I have some dirt on my face? Or food between my teeth?
But I can't think of anythi- fuck is it Perrie's fault? Did she spread any rumors? It certainly wouldn't be the first time. But this time it must have been something blatant. Not even the machos dare to look at me. As if they would expect a punishment or something if they did it. Strange.
