"Can I kiss you?"
I fight to keep my breathing steady as I reply. "No."
"And why not?" He clenches his jaw, moving back.
Grinning lightly, I move forward. "Because I want to."
Then I crash my lips onto his.
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They were like shards of glass. Sharp...
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a/n: i'm so sorry if this is part is cringy to you because it's my first ever time writing smth in a boy/man's perspective i'm completely clueless as to wtf i'm doing and please do comment tips or parts where you think are not necessary or makes you want to jump off a cliff <3
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(3rd person pov)
FUCK, that girl was gorgeous
The way her eyebrows ceased, two strands of hair falling across either side of her face as her head bowed down, revealing her shining red lips that she was biting. Obviously caught up in her own mind, she didn't even look up, and he was glad she didn't because he wasn't sure what he'd do.
The elevator door was still open, he was only snapping out of looking at her, and when she finally looked up, what held him in his stance was the softest color of brown reflecting into his own eyes.
Then the door closed.
calm the fuck down, it's just eyes.
Even at this little glimpse, he ticked his jaw to keep his expression the same, the hard exterior around him never fading.
Nothing could make it fall, fade, disappear.
Nothing.
"Damn, that girl was good-looking"
she's not.
she's a fucking goddess.
"Shut the fuck up", came his own reply.
If Antonio wasn't his right handed man, he'd be dead with a clean shot through his own skull, or tied up in the basement with knives sticking out of his abdomen.
"Man, are we gonna just stand here the entire day or what? We have a meeting with the prick."
Antonio didn't even need to turn his head to know that Vincenzo was glaring at him.
Vincenzo moved forward and pressed the elevator again, and when the doors opened, it was empty, just as he'd expected it to be.
What caught his attention was the soft lingering smell of musk and rose, jarring against the steel doors that surrounded them.
whatever, you'll never see her again anyway.
Once the steel doors opened once again, he stepped out in front of the glass offices that Lilia just faced, and soundlessly made his way down the corridor.
He didn't bother to knock.
He remained expressionless as the pathetic fifty year old ravishes the twenty year old on his desk.
Norman seemed to realize that he had visitors, and slowly stopped what he was doing to look up at his guests.
"Get the f-", he starts to say, before widening his eyes at the sight of Vincenzo.
