The Manual To All Badboys [SLOW UPDATES]
"You know, I am not all void of emotion," he sighed, placing down his glass, turning to face me with a serious expression.
"Oh, really now?" I smirked.
It was hard to believe, coming from the hard-ass, ignorant guy that sat before me. He wasn't capable of love. He wasn't capable of caring. He was one to end up with an open marriage that only happened in the first place based on currency and status. I couldn't ever imagine getting caught up in a man like this's romance life, that for now consisted of regularly occurring one night stands and a personal 'chef' Nadia that only stuck around for escort services-and I had yet to see her open a fridge.
The overly sarcastic, hell bent know it all when it comes to bad boys.
She lives with them.
She understands them.
She knows their lies,
how their pawns are etched out.
She avoids them like the plague.
She loathes them.
And she knows them like the back of her hand.
And now, after seventeen years of keeping secure of the bad boy plague, they seem to find her. And like any other supposed good girl, find an interest in her, something that pulls them in.
Maybe it's her looks, maybe it's her witty charm, or maybe, it's the way that she plays 'hard to get'.
But is she just your average cliché?
"This isn't you," he stated
Just like he knows what is 'me'.
I stood on my wobbly toes, my hand on his shoulder, and leaned into his ear, my hot, alcohol sprouted breath fanning the side of his neck. I heard his breath hitch and his posture tense, as my lips almost came into contact with his ear.
"Then you don't know me." I whispered.
But what if she doesn't know herself?
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