I’d never imagined I would find someone who completed me, just to lose her. I’d never imagined the love I felt could be overshadowed by the deepest depression I’d ever lived through. Two years had passed since she touched my life, since she was taken from me. I was afraid to let anyone else close, afraid to lose them like I lost her, and then Destiny crashed into my life. She was nothing like Ciera, and that’s what attracted me. The more she pushed me away, the more I wanted her. I knew I was playing with fire, but I liked the burn.
He was so unexpected, nothing like the guys I would normally go for, but he was persistent. He saw the ugliness inside of me, and he accepted it; he nurtured it. I’d been looking out for me for so long that, when he came into the picture, I couldn’t accept it. It was too good to be true. He was too good to be true, too good for someone like me. But when shit hit the fan, Topher was there by my side, holding me up. He didn’t run away when things got tough, and that meant the world to me. I wasn’t Ciera; I didn’t want to be her. I just wanted a chance to show him the love I knew he deserved.
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Holy fucking shit. This girl is nuts.
I can’t help the smirk spreading across my lips. I bring my glass up to my mouth, taking another sip from it.
“Look, man, I won fair and square, and you want to be a sore loser? You knew what you were getting into when you agreed to play. I’m sorry you underestimated my skills.”
The giant of a man stalks forward toward the girl. She doesn’t move an inch. Badass.
She looks fierce behind her glossy black hair. The bottom of it is dyed teal, and she has chocolatey brown eyes. She is short, no taller than 5’2”. She has an hourglass figure, and I’m pretty sure she’s Hispanic. Although much smaller than her opponent, she stands tall. There is no fear in her eyes. I can’t look away.
What’s even more entrancing is the fact that this isn’t just a two-person argument—there are two more goons standing behind the one in the altercation. They have their arms crossed in front of their chests, waiting for the right moment to jump in.
“Give me my money back and maybe I’ll let you walk out of here,” the huge man threatens. He has bulging biceps and looks Hawaiian.
The ferocious girl glances up at him. “Maybe you’ll let me walk out of here?” She laughs, slamming the money back onto the pool table. “You’re going to pay me what you owe me, and maybe I’ll forget this ever happened.”
I don’t know this girl from Adam, but she’s downright insane if she thinks she can take him.
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