"You shouldn't be jealous, I'm not even your's. "
He clenches his jaw, trying to suppress the wave of jealousy washing over him. He takes a deep breath, and forces a casual tone.
"I see. Well, I'm not jealous. I just don't liked when you talk to th...
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Ocean blue eyes ,Looking in mine. I feel like, i might sink. And drown and die. .
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I set my water bottle on the nearby table, slipped into my slippers, and stepped out into the parking area.
Empty. Just… empty.
“Where the hell did he go?” I muttered. Two minutes ago, he was right here, and nowvanished.
Then I spotted it ,the sleek black Rolls-Royce, gleaming under the morning sun. A smirk tugged at my lips. Looks like karma loves me today.
I plucked a hairpin from my hair, letting my blonde waves tumble down my back, and slid the pin carefully in front of one of the tires. Crossing my arms, I admired my work.
“Hmm… satisfying,” I muttered.
But no, that wasn’t enough. He messed with Elena Arora.
I bent down, grabbed a stone, and etched a bold lip shape on the car’s hood. Below it, in letters large enough to be seen from a mile away:
TIT FOR TAT.
“Perfect.” I flipped my hair, smirked, and started backing toward the lift.
Then… a voice. Behind me.
Shit. Time to vanish.
Next morning
Knock! Knock!
Someone was banging on my door like they were trying to break it down. I groaned, burying my face in my pillow.
Raya had left early, and I had planned to sleep in. Apparently, the universe had other plans. Fifteen minutes of relentless pounding later, I dragged myself to the door, rubbing my temples.
I opened it and froze.
Blue eyes. Sharp jawline. Perfectly messy hair. Tall, broad-shouldered, and absolutely, terrifyingly handsome.
