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Chapter 4

Word Count: 1166    |    Released on: 05/12/2017

confront her. "I hate him! He totally cut himself off from the fami

al life public property and suddenly I find the git sleeping on the couch of my best friend"s apart

. Holding up a black, mid thigh cocktail dress that I never wore, I turn t

the dress. Danny gurgles and claps his han

a pouts as I fold the dress into a cardb

too short for any occasion sk

. "If you"re going to take care of

image is too horrifying for me to even think about it. Holding the skirt to m

of the contaminated air, running to open the door

up, checking for a number two...finding none, I tickle his sides

, I do a belly fart on him and he release

urying her face into one of my

ntly as we scamper to

**

als the last box of books. "I hav

s I feed him his last bot

y tall, muscular man with midnight black hair, a black suit and

e, avoiding eye cont

the apartment and taking the three boxes I"ve packed i

low the man out to the open air car park downstairs where a sleek,

ling slightly, I somehow manage to climb onto the sea

t know what to say or talk about to the guy...think..."U

enc

rner of 4th and Virginia, turning into the private car park of The Scala, the anchor of Dow

dis is parked side by side all either in black white or grey. I turn pale

ly one person...it has to be m

e man says when the elevator arrives.

r the thirty-first floor, the elevator whisks Danny and me at terminal velocity to the top most

a pair of black jeans and a tight fit black t-shirt that stretches over his m

him, Danny still sleeping on my sh

nlessly, putting down the pap

watch, "Um...Five

inutes were

ather than a statement, not knowing where he"s

t. Slowly stalking his way to me, I watch with wide eye as

rear backwards watching the cold grey

ny! Turning my back to him, I shield Danny with my body as he"s

k when his palm s

heat radiating off of him, I squeeze my eyes as tigh

my body shuddering as his breath brushes my neck. Wha

ath brushing the shell of my ear, my shoulders tense and I bury my f

e...don"t hurt

y ear, I twitch when his lips brush

ockingly, "Di

lycarol for the nice comment she

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