SHARON POVSix foot two, jet black hair, a jawline that could cut through glass and dark blue eyes that carried all kinds of emotions.His face was so evenly proportioned that it could land him on the cover of Vogue. The aura around him was different. He walked different.But that gave him no fucking right to shove me like I was second hand furniture.I waited, hell I did. He was definitely going to follow the same route on his way back and I was going to give him a piece of my mind, I didn't care if he was Apollo or Zeus reincarnated, he had no right—He was coming my direction, completely oblivious to me, he probably didn't realise what he did to me, or was too much of an idiot to apologise.I hated his type, the ones that felt entitled, felt like they could step on the less fortunate. But I wasn't less fortunate and I wasn't going to take it.I hurriedly walked past him and pushed him with all the strength I had in my shoulders, then I turned back to look at him. His reaction was t
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