Romans & histoires I Want To Be Your Left Hand Man

I lifted my head to meet his face. “Yes, I can be cheerful and my Christmas spirit is spreading like magic.” He stopped walking and his warm gloved hand lifted and caressed my chin. “I see no joy, no spirit in your eyes, M. I am making my goal to make you happy this Christmas.” Our eyes met and I melted under his touch and the fire in his stare. I shook my head, pulling myself away. “You don’t have to do this,” I stated, looking at my snowed boots.

In all my life, I’ve never met an asshole like him before, and maybe a slut like me, because I didn't push his head off my lap well for that moment though. “Give me your left hand…” he demanded with his eyes still tightly closed. I sucked in a breath in sudden realization. He’s asking specifically for my left hand, the hand that my husband had claimed as his own. At the very place where my fucking wedding band was sitting, I hesitated, and he began losing his patience with me. “Poppy… give me your fucking left hand…” he repeated, and god-damn it his voice was dead serious.

‘Yes, please I’m here to see the master of this household. The gate man held his glasses and scanned her from her head to her toe until he looked at her face again. ‘May I know your purpose?’ She continued. ‘Yes, I came to apply for the position offered.’ He paused and smiled. 'That was quick!’ before he opened the small gate and motioned her in She did as he said. Should she be surprised? ‘You can go in.’ He told her closing the gate behind her.

How don't I know about your agony? My dearest man whom I do not know the name, Forgive me for being weak. A man like you deserves nothing less than a strong woman. And for that, I promise I will become the woman you need, as I am the one you want. My joy, my melody, my happiness, and mine, nothing compares to your eyes. Nothing compares to your hands. Nothing compares to your heart. I hold all the gratitude to you. And for that, I shall go. I shall pursue the path of mine. And at least I shall know who you are, who I am, and what purpose I have in life.

Choose wisely mate cause I always get what I want. Kiss Lily for me.

he says and I nod. "Okay get in the booth and start singing" he claps "Ok but what song do you want me sing. Do you want an original or a sample song?" I asked "Anyone you feel comfortable with. But I would prefer a sample"he says "Okay sure" I say and get into the both. I decided to go with 'hands to myself 'by Selena Gomez. Can't keep my hands to myself No matter how hard I'm trying to I want you all to myself

I’m going to run towards you! I took his left hand and placed it on my left inner thigh. “I’m not running, Conor. I want this! I want you to take what’s yours.” Oh, I want this so much. That fire is deep in my veins and it’s not going to leave me alone until I have this.

I lower my lashes. Hide the triumphant glitter in my eyes. Let them talk. Let them judge. Let Cyrus think he still has any claim. Because the only hand I feel is the one currently crushing mine beneath the table in silent, desperate promise. And that hand belongs to the only man who matters.

“I’ll rather die than belong to you.” He was in front of me in no minute, his hand gripping my jaw forcefully, “I don’t care how you do it. Use your body, your soul, anything. That’s all you have. Make sure you learn them. Make sure they like you. Let them fall in love with you. When you’re dumb, people like you. Be dumb. Be stupid. I want them destroyed.” He dropped his hand and brought out a handkerchief, cleaning his hand with it as if he had just touched dirt. When his eyes snapped to mine again, it wasn’t the eyes I was used to.