Broken Angel.

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ips that didn't need the help of lipstick, if most women had that they wouldn't be in need of cosmetics.

rfection, she was no diffe

d on her thigh downing her shots. My gaze didn't waver not for a minute to

d that wasn't what I wanted. I needed her to be conscious wh

er with ferocious eyes. "Enough.

with fear from my deep dark dangerous gazes

don't

because I won't take such insolence." Her voice hit deep. I've seen a lot

face my angelic beauty and when our orbs

Re

mid air before she kissed the floor slamming h

flowers, flowers in full bloom, flipping my sense

or touching her without her permission. Women are unpredictable but instead, she

eigned ignorance with my

dy with the locs of her hair falling over her face

wasn't my job. I better g

was a lifestyle and it didn't come hard to dishing her off my plate. She was still wrapped around me li

of her own at my arms,

signature smile. It always worked. Women were my playground and I knew how to touch a few buttons and screw them mentally, physi

sn't eye fucking me with her gorgeous stares seconds ago and

at him. I'll have his head if he gets her one more and sends it to his family as a Christmas p

feel how pissed and condescending his words riled her, especially a woman of her status quo I wasn't a dunce to

ck her path and pull her closer to me and feel her warmth around me. For a few minutes I couldn't think or process Jack just staring into

sler Jnr. She'l

r home considering her drunk state. She had quite a several shots and driving in that state would en

because she's now an adult and can take care of herself. The vibrant and troublesom

her how much I do and despite how many times we fight and our rock