lucy_mumbua

They whisper my name in fear. Justin Black. The guy who sits in the back of the class, always in black, always untouchable. The one everyone watches but no one dares to approach.  

They don’t know me. Not really.  

Because if they did, they’d stay the hell away.  

I don’t do friends. I don’t do relationships. I don’t do attachments.  

But then there’s her.  

June Matthews—cheer captain, golden girl, a walking distraction. She’s everything I hate… and yet, she’s in my way. Assigned to me. Forced into my space. Testing my patience.  

She thinks she can handle me.  

She’s dead wrong.  

Because I have a secret. A place where I go to release the darkness inside me. Where names don’t exist, where pleasure and pain are one and the same. A world where people fulfill their deepest, most twisted fantasies.  

June doesn’t belong in my world.  

But the longer she stays, the more I want to pull her under.  

And once I do… I’m not sure I’ll ever let her go.

Fake Dating The Bad Boy

June POV

Who would've thought that Justin—Justin, of all people—could be romantic?

I mean, sure, I always knew he was hot. Dangerous. Mysterious. And yeah, maybe a little unhinged. But romantic? That wasn't even on the list. Yet here he was, in my kitchen, barefoot in sweatpants and a stupidly cute apron that said "Kiss the Cook," making dinner like it was the most natural thing in the world.

He was hot, mysterious, could make anyone's knees buckle with just a look, but this? This domestic, apron-wearing, garlic-sautéing version of him?

If he wanted, he could destroy me in the sweetest way possible.

Stomach Wants Food