DIARY OF A PSYCHOPATH

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ays have been quite different. Rather unpleasant if I might add. My latest countenance has been of somewhat displea

s name echo through each word. Obviously, I pay no heed to these frivolities, although I couldn't tell if a deep part o

to myself. "Nothing more than a muse..." I remind myself. He wouldn't be the first.

ferent paintings to be unveiled at forthcoming exhibitions. Of all my wr

from getting lost

ch day to distinguish mys

hold

lost in the ocean

nner. I send a quick message to one of my agents regarding which art I intend to

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est amusement ion my eyes. Soft music coming from the hot guy skillfully handling the piano. I smile. If you'

wor

ng male figure. "Hmm... such broadness." I grin playfully. The universe sure has been smiling towards my direction for a while now. Ta

resses the palms of the lady

moves that average simp card. "Although if it were my han

brushes his hands over his hair, The slickness at which he sins into

miliar. I stretch my neck a little sideways

Don't you f

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him? What the fuck are they talking about. Around this ungodly hour?" my mind races a thread mill while I make my wa

eren't official?

make a perfe

Who is she to go snooping

r unbothered. With a beautiful smile as

ak contact for a fear of losing. "You do realize he left his sick child to come cater to your pathetic fa

y short speech. I turned to take my leave. In a split moment was face head up towards the elevator. I had

he perfect move to

racting myself from the thumbing beats of my chest walls.

t walking out

strong, it has my breath catching in the back of my throat. Unable to prevent myself from being swindled. Half of me wa

sts. Tucking me to the corner of the elevator. His keen stare send

ss..." His hand plants itself aga

" I breathed. Unabl

our name...Miss Adeline." He stretches out to place his hands back where they had been. Warm around my thighs

tirely by his burning desire. I slowly take in each dose of love he feeds me until

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med restaurant. A perfect dinner date with an acquaintance of mine. Fing

my body the moment our gaze meet. Her daring audacity to question my stance had me wanting

tain

nning dress inviting me to say more. But I keep my cool. We chat for a wh

ed as she shares on and on about the essence of climate and

room. The corner eye soon meets with the striking resemblance of a l

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try compose myself. A deep breath relaxes the throbbing pain between my stretched pants. It would have been a give

ight chuckle as I kiss the back of her hand. Settli

g looking woman approaches my table. Face deadpanned

t on. I knew she'd