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I stood up at once, holding myself back, but I still had to smile. “Yeah sure.” He didn’t stand nor smile.

He shot me a nasty look, then turned to help her up. I stood behind the door, watching through the peephole. Didn't move. Didn't speak. If I'd been holding onto even a scrap of hope for him, it died right there. Leaving him? Best call I ever made. A few hours later, he texted: [Don't take it so personally. I wasn't blaming you. But Kallie gave me blood, you know? Can't you cut her some slack? Try to be a little more understanding?]

He was wearing AirPods, no way he would know that I am standing here. That didn't give you a pass to gawk at him… My conscience spoke up making me feel bad for eyeing him but I couldn't help. He just looks so Ummm hot… "Click a picture, it'll last forever." He mused and my jaw dropped. Seriously, my jaw dropped. He was still doing his pull-ups, not once did he look at me then how in the world did he know I’m here. Did he have eyes at the back of his head?

Nothing should be attractive to you about this man. "You do one thing,take a picture and then hang it on the wall, instead of staring. I think that will be the best" he said. I was so ashamed of my self that I was not able to look at him. Shame on me, how could I be staring at him like that, i wasn't suppose to do that.

Two years ago, I drank until I threw up just to secure a business deal for Daniel. When we were driving home, my stomach hurt so much that a layer of cold sweat formed all over my body. Even when I was so unwell, Daniel prohibited me from throwing up in his car very sternly. However, it seems that his supposed severe obsession with cleanliness could be easily disregarded for the woman he truly loved. I slammed the car door shut and slid into the back seat. Daniel glanced over his shoulder and asked, "Why aren't you sitting in the front?"

Hе’ѕ ѕіttіng аt оnе оf thе lоw tables, drіnkіng соffее. “Dеtесtіvе, I thоught I tоld уоu not tо show your fасе here аgаіn.” The аrrоgаnсе оf thе guy is endless, іt mаkеѕ my blood boil.

Should have taken his beta down to get this ceremony postponed. Darn it!

He added. "And why would I?" I asked back. "Just help me get there. They are waiting for me," He replied. "Sunny has been sending me a lot of sad gifs and emojis already." He added. This man has been caught in a trap.

But he didn't reply to my message. "Are you lost?" A guy asked me. I didn't know what to say so I remained silent. He said, "I can see that you're scared to speak to strangers and there's nothing wrong in that. If you're waiting for someone, go and wait on the stand. Don't stand here. The people who are dancing here might push you and some are drunk too so it's safe to wait over the stand." Even though I'm scared like he said, he's not bad to be scared of. I stood still hearing him.

For half a second I let myself believe it was grief. It wasn't. It was calculation. "That's actually what we need to discuss," he said. "Sit down." "I'm not sitting down." "Fine. Stand." He walked to the window and clasped his hands behind his back. His pack announcement pose. I'd watched him take that stance a hundred times on the platform in the town square, and I used to feel proud.