"But then I saw you, lying there on the floor and I suddenly couldn't risk losing you."
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She is a fashion tycoon, taking the nation by storm.
He is a firefighter.
Five years ago, she almost burned to death in her apartment.
Five years ago, he sa...
I am going to kill Dean. I thought sourly as I stood outside on the curb, facing the beat-down path, leading to the backyard beside the house. From here, I could see people laughing and mingling about in fancy casual wear. Before I could even step up to the gate, I felt underdressed in my grey chunky sweater and black jeans combo. Sure, I had put on a black leather jacket, which gave the outfit a good look, it was nothing compared to the people I saw in the distance.
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A couple of women were dressed in thick skirts with high thigh boots or were in dresses while the men were in blazers. This wasn't a casual get together, it's a fancy party! I was so under-dressed I made salad look like it was heading for prom.
Shifting the bag in my hands from one hand to another, I took out my phone from my pocket and unlocked it. Going into my messages folder, I glared at what Dean had sent me last.
Dean: It's a casual get together for my dad's birthday/retirement party.
Scrolling up a bit, I double checked the address he had sent me. As I was in process of murdering that message with my eyes, another message popped up.
Dean: Where are you?
I sent a quick reply back.
Veronica: Outside.
Dean: Hold on, I am coming out.
I waited for a few seconds before I saw a figure coming towards me. And oh, my, god. It is just not possible for any person to look so good. Wearing a black blazer with a black shirt, he looked the epitome of breathtaking. I hadn't seen him in a couple of days and since then, he had started sporting a slight beard. Normally I hated any facial hair on men, but on him? I think I fell in love with his entire look! Well I guess I can't kill him now. His black eyes sparkled in the dark as he neared me, his breath coming out in white puffs.
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"You look..." he gestured, stopping in front of me, his eyes roaming my outfit.
"Shut up, will you?" I grumbled in response, effectively losing my train of thought when he grabbed my cold hand with his warm ones and started to drag me to the party.
