The Confrontation Les Miserables Lyrics Novels & Stories

Now I'm standing just a few feet from him and it's the last place on earth I want to be. Millions of girls would kill to be in my position, and I'm about to turn it all down, and run away. At the very least, I'll try to make him understand. Felix doesn't say a word. He just glares at me from his spot on the steps, waiting for me to say something. "I want to expl–" I start saying. "O Romeo, Romeo! Wherefore art thou Romeo?" A singsong Irish voice shrills from above me. "Hast thou come a-courtin so early in the morning? Didst thou bring a breakfast offerin' perhaps?"

"I am not a bloody whore, Mr. Mason Lachlan. I will not let you treat me like one." Then I turn around and walk to the door, struggling to get a rein on my anger. "If you walk through that door, Mira, this contract is over. You know the consequences." I freeze with my hands on knob. " Get on the fucking stage. You do not want to mess with me." I turn swiftly, looking from the pole, the girls, to him. I stiffen my spine, lift my chin and narrow my eyes. "You want a show, Mr. Lachlan? Well, buckle up. It is going to be one heck of a ride."

The sheer primitive need she was controlled by was closer to agony than ecstasy. “You’re mine... from this moment on,” Christophe spelled out roughly. “Tu es à moi… (French for ‘you are mine’) Lara collided with glittering dark eyes, unreadable in the moonlight, and her mouth ran suddenly dry, a shaft of returning sanity tightening her every muscle in rejection. But his hand slid over her quivering body, shattering her with her own response.