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CHAPTER EIGHT - A DIFFERENT KIND OF PAIN

Jayla

"Harry," I whisper, shocked. He just smirks and moves closer to me.

My eyes widen and I panic, backing up. My back touches the cold railing and I realize that I'm in a balcony with practically no way out. My eyes desperately move to the door but he is guarding it, standing directly in front of it. There is no way of escaping.

His smirk widenes and he starts pressing against me. I look away, disgusted.

"Move!" I say but my voice comes out weaker than I intended because I'm fucking scared.

I clear my throat and try again, pushing his chest. "Move!"

I don't like touching him at all but as it is, I don't really have much of a choice. He doesn't even budge but I'm not surprised about that. Putting his hands on either side of my waist, he leans closer. "Why so shy now, love?" he coos, twirling a piece of my brown locks between his fingers.

Him being near me isn't a nice feeling. He doesn't give me any tingles like Tyler. In fact my body rejects him in every way possible. I can feel my
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