She stood nervously opposite this grey eyes delinquent. No matter how hard she tried to avoid him, he’s always coming back to her.
Her breath hitch the more he leans closer to her. He smells so good, so she thought. Her back lean against his desk as her eyes lock with his. He was something words can’t describe.
“Why are you scared of me, Ariel ?”
“I’m not..” she stuttered. She seems to lose her breath at just his sight.
“What if I kiss you right now ?” He asked and that seems to make her heartbeat skip.
They were inch apart and all she could feel is his hot breath against her neck.
“I’m not feeling very well…” he told her trailing his fingers on the naive brunette.
“Why are you telling me this ?”
“I want you to be my nurse. Kiss me till I feel better. Or maybe…” He whispered leaning closer to her so she could feel him.
“Babysit me tonight..”
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She is the good girl.
She is no different from a boring introvert.
She likes to read and stay indoors.
One dream she’d always loved was going to nun school.
Being a sister and serving in a convent.
She was about taking her vows in church, but all her dreams went down the drain when her male best friend stole everything away from her. Tearing away her holy garment as he stole her innocence. She hated herself, she hated her life and she despised her family. They despised her more for making them lose their positions in the church. And that seems to break her down. She hated her world and maybe men.
Just when she was picking up her broken life, Gray Carter walks into her life. But what happens when his world is filled with mysteries and secrets?

Falling for a Mafia

Twenty minutes into the dinner and my dad won't stop glaring daggers at my boyfriend, and my boyfriend won't stop glaring daggers either. They look tensed as they don't speak to each other. Gray clenches his jaw and unclench it several times , including my dad. They are yet to say a word. The waiter comes in with our food as he drops them on our table. Aisha won't stop complementing me and my dress. I really like her. She's nice and I admire her accent a lot. Still wondering where she got her daughter Sasha from – The crackhead.


" Thank you." Aisha and i tell the waiter as he leaves.


" I've been wondering to ask Aisha, where are you from?" I clear the air before these men murdered each other in their imaginations.


" I'm African dear. Northern side actually. My mom's the Hispanic one." She answers. I smile and nod.


" That's pretty nice. Do you speak Spanish or maybe any other related languages?"


" I speak little Spanish dear. Where are you from?"


Chapter 196 II