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An Expected Visit

by Angel | Score: 1650

I sit at home on a random Thursday, watching some new TV show, when suddenly she shows up. I know it's her due to the sound of her annoying black heels clicking on the floor. She's always been one for... dramatic attire. 

"What are you doing here?" I ask venomously. 

"What, a girl can't come and say hi every once in a while?" She smirks. 

"Not after what you did, Dahlia. You ruined me." I try hard not to look at her. I know what will happen if I do. I've already been put under her spell once. It's not going to happen again. 

"Oh, come on. It wasn't that bad. A little fun, that's all." I can tell she's doing her fake-pout just by the way she sounds. God, she's a player. 

"My wife left me because of you. Maybe that's fun to you, but it's not to me," I growl. 

"Oh, come on, darling. That's not too bad. She was a little hellhound bitch, anyways. Aren't I much prettier?"

"No," I say firmly, refusing to look back at her. 

"I bet you've forgotten what I look like," she teases. 

"I don't care. I don't care, I don't care, I don't care." I repeat it, almost like a mantra, trying to keep myself from looking back, even though I want nothing more than to glance at her gorgeous form. I find my eyes moving against my will, and quickly move them back to the television. I can't. I won't. 

I hear her come closer. "Come now, you love me, don't you?" I feel her hand, smooth, small, and perfect, flit to my neck. 

I breath in slowly. "No.

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