Millionaire Bad Boy

I take a step towards her, at this m

es. I took a deep breath, taking a step towards the mirror. My hair is a mess, my clothes are soaked and the only thing that's a little dry is my skirt. I try to fx what I can, but it doesn't look very good. I go to the

Aaron's group hides their smile, he, for some reason, becomes serious. F

I could, but something inside me begs me not to do it. I look at Sofa with a satisfed face. She doesn't lose

ing at me. - He is sure? I give him

o home like this. He stopped for a while as if thinking of a solution, I went towards my desk and picked up m

ave a car, Aaron. Can you take her home? The damn thing smiles. - Yes, I am, professor, but I'm sure she won't

I say, afraid. I smile faker than his when I say, "I'd love your ride." I p

is front pants pocket and stops in front of me, I still have a ridiculous s

a blood red car. He comes in, I go to the back door and when I go to open

hatred, but I open the door and sit in front. I don't say anything, I pu

en though I try to control myself, t

breathe deeply, feeling warmer. As we enter the main avenue, there are almost no cars. - Why did you decide

on display, I had already seen them from a glance, but not this close up. I look up and see him looking at me

d it. He smiled. - First, I have nothin

uld be with a bucket of water? - He

l my eyes. - And third, what they did to you, I thought was little. I stare at him, I want to punch him in the fac

e school and everything will be resol

e an idiot, you know why. He looks at

es the car with all his might. I think

, my eyes water when I hear the tires braking. Then I see smoke through

rol myself, I feel tears forming in my eyes. I turn to him and his expres

low. - You did not see anything. I take a deep breath, and I feel somethi

my hand closer to the doorknob so I can leave, because I don't want to b

ed the doors! This realization make

I hold on to the leather seat of the car, squeezing it. He approaches,

afe and sound, after all, didn't you insist on me doing this? I don't respo

doing. - You are. Crazy ― when I sa

our blouse, trying to make you move away from me. But when I touched

raise an eyebrow looking at him. Aar

makes it, let's say, ugly. He smiles

d you can rest