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Chapter 11

DariaAfter I've drenched the blonde girl's hair in vodka, I take a step back to observe the damage I've done. She is fuming, glaring at me with those painstakingly beautiful eyes.Funny how her hair is blonde and angelic, yet she resembles something fallen, like a demon, more than she does an angel. Her eyelashes are glued together, not framing her eyes any longer, and her hair is sticking to her makeup-smeared cheeks. Black lines are running down the sides of her face, bringing life to the bitter blue in her irises.She is beautiful on the outside, but the same can't be said for her soul."Do you know what you've just done?!" She is yelling at me in this cruel voice with her eyes sparkling flames of war. "You've given me a perfect reason to have you fired! You're such a useless and ugly waitress! And the irony of you calling me a bitch is uncanny! You're shit in my eyes, do you hear me?! Absolute dog shit!"Tears are prickling behind my eyelids,

Chapter 12

DariaKissing Wilder must be how experiencing drugs must feel. No matter how much I steal under his shirt and lean into his warm lips, I can't get enough of this man. His skin is boiling, and my palm glides along with his rippling muscles, squeezing his carved cobblestone abs.Gosh, he is so sexy I think I'm going to die.His dark suit is tight, trying to keep me from reaching up to his chest, but I'm stubborn. My hand travels higher, poking the hardened nipple on his juicy pectoral muscle, and Wilder holds deathly still, shivering when I touch him with more demand.Playing with the little nub of his nipple with my thumb turns me on, and I'm forced to swallow down a moan. Cautiously, I lift my eyes to Wilder's face, realizing he enjoys this.Wilder is panting into my face as if I'm delivering him equal amounts of pleasure and pain, and I press down hard until Wilder stumbles forward with a choked cry. Those eyes are on mine, and I hold my breath, w

Chapter 13

WilderI'm in complete shambles when I get home, shaking as I'm thoughtlessly removing my clothes in the shower. I forgot to take them off before entering the stream, and now hot water is pouring over me, raining over my shoulders yet doing nothing to remove the tingles, the remembrance of Daria's lips on my skin.My heart is beating like I've spent the entire day at the gym when, in reality, all it took to set my body on fire was a woman.I change the temperature to cold, hissing with my eyes closed as the streams hit my flushed cheeks."Daria Withers..." Her mere name on my tongue wrecks me and sends me down memory lane.I'm assaulted by flashing images of Daria's emerald eyes, creamy skin, and perfect, pink nipples standing on full mast against my tongue. My knees buckle, and I'm forced to stretch out an arm and lean against the tiles not to tipple over. I'm already wrapped around that woman's finger, and she probably doesn't even realize it yet

Chapter 14

Daria I feel like a complete failure when I sink my head into the pillow to rest. I've lost my job, and I don't know who else will hire me. Money is needed if I wish to survive, and I hardly think any other place has a salary as high as the one The Parlor promised me. I close my eyes, furrowing my eyebrows in annoyance when Wilder's gorgeous face pops up into my head. He took my virginity, and now my heart won't stop pounding when I think of his name. My emotions are pathetic because Wilder won't chase me now that I've given him what he wanted. Sex he had to fight for was probably the only carrot why he flirted with me. I'm probably the only woman who didn't lie down in a ready-to-be-fucked position when he looked my way. Suddenly, there are voices on the other side of the paper-thin wall, two men fighting with each other as the sirens of a police car sound in the background. Loud footsteps shake the floor, and I glare at the wall. Elisabeth s

Chapter 15

DariaLoud banging sounds from my door, waking me up from my slumber with drool still slipping down my chin. My dark hair is a bird's nest on top of my head, and one eyelid is stuck close as I make it to the door like a zombie, only wearing an oversized t-shirt."Daria?" Wilder's voice cuts through my morning confusion after I've unlocked the door. "I'm coming in!"I step back, and by the time the door opens, I'm so nervous and unsure of how to behave that I freeze. The epitome of male beauty steps inside my humble home, glancing around until landing on me.Wilder tilts his head back to see me better and comes inside without withdrawing from our interlocked gaze. Despite his otherwise gym-rat appearance, he is wearing a business suit this morning and looks rather formal and collected in it."Good morning," A half-smile, one that isn't sure how to greet me, takes the toll on his lips."Morning," I fold my arms underneath my chest, hoping it w

Chapter 16

DariaI'm not even watching The Dragon Throne. My sole attention is on the veiny, delicious chords running up Wilder's bronzed arm. His sleeves are crawling up further up his arm every time he chuckles at the TV screen, and I try to steady my breathing, steal a glimpse of his face.He isn't watching me.Then maybe I can get in a more comfortable position without him giving me shit for it?My hand press against the swelling of his right pec, and I inhale, too aware of his left arm pinned against my back. I melt into him, let the scent of his skin linger in my nose. It feels so intimate, resting my cheek against his chest and listening to his flickering heartbeat.I can see this as something couples would do every night before going to bed together. And I briefly play a sweet reverie of telling Wilder the truth, that I'm possibly dying. The words are at the tip of my tongue.But I remind myself this isn't a fairy tale, and neither do I want to

Chapter 17

Wilder Never once in my life have I painted a room. Now I'm wearing cheap clothes we found at a second-hand shop, rolling out grey paint on Daria's wall while music comes out through an old stereo we found. "Okay, so you paint the top half of the wall, and I focus on everything close to the floor because I'm shorter than you." I flash her a grin. "Shortie." Daria reaches out her arm, streaking a grey line on my arm, causing me to snort-laugh. "Oh, you've done it now!" I assault her, squeezing her to my body with both my arms while she laughs in panic. I'm stronger than her, effortlessly holding her while using the roller to paint her front grey. I lean my chin against the top of her head, relishing the scent of her shampoo as I torture her. "Ah, you will look so pretty with some more paint!" Daria howls at me, laughing so much that she is vibrating and flailing like a fish out of water. My heart swells inside my chest. Seeing her cheek

Chapter 18

DariaI sneakily study Wilder through my eyelashes, baffled by my hyperawareness of his presence. I'm drawn to him, but I'm confident I can't be the only woman pinning for him.Wilder got that kind of aura that can make every head whip in his direction, and when you get to know him—damn, he is kind!It was a bit scary when Wilder raised his tone earlier, but right now, we are watching a super old romantic movie, and I can tell he hates it, yet he is enduring it for my sake."Do you usually watch this kind of stuff?" Wilder licks the ice cream from his spoon. We have spent the entire day together, painting until it got dark, and now we are lounging in my bed. "And I love this ice cream—where did you get it?"I snort. "The supermarket, I take it you have never been? Poor rich people and not having experienced normal stuff."A smile tugs on his lips, and he shoves my shoulder. I laugh in response, entertained by the expression Wilde

Chapter 19

Wilder"Uh, devour me, huh?" Daria swallows thickly, watching me intently through hooded eyes. She is eating me up with her sheer gaze, roaming her eyes over my body, but trying to hide it by feigning innocence. If I could, I would snap a picture of her face, keep it on my wall to annoy her and point at it whenever she claims my appearance doesn't affect her."What?" I ask, amused by her shy demeanor. "Isn't that allowed?"I'm standing on the floor, stretching to crack my shoulders. A light pink color has seeped into Daria's cheeks, giving her an ethereal glow that makes my cock twitch in my pants. Little Wilder loves the attention she is giving me.I'm so lost in her.Daria is checking me out like so many have women have done before her, yet something is different. I'm attracted to her too, which is incredibly rare. Our chemistry is unimaginable, and my chest pangs with need every time she flicks her eyes my way.I've spent all day trying t

Chapter 20

DariaI don't know how to feel after Wilder has left my apartment. We had so much fun together, painting my room and throwing jokes at each other. He made me smile with his stupid humor, but now the spark has blown out and been replaced by misunderstandings and anger.Chemistry is dead.And to think that I, for one second, believed him to be the one. I'm stupid and also pathetic for wishing he had stayed. I'm lonely and in need of admitting my fears to someone, but I won't do that—I need to be strong and get through this on my own.Groaning, I open my fridge, taking out a bottle of soda. "I can't believe Wilder thinks that I'm a drug addict!" I glare at the wall, grumbling in frustration when there isn't a reply. "And it's all your fault!"Once again, there isn't a reply. The guys might be out while I'm stuck here, not knowing how to proceed. Wilder's words were like a punch to the gut. I'm not interested in facing him again. He could fuck hi

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