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I really like Vincent Carson
I didn't knew what was more eerie, having a Mafia Boss in my apartment in the midnight or the fact that I felt my body at peace having him near me. He was sprawled on my sofa couch with his one leg over the other, leaning back as if he owned my space. He had made himself at home, sipping my soda at three in the morning. His silver eyes fixed on my amber ones and I suddenly felt exposed, naked. As if, my soul was unwrapping itself, bestowing my deepest secrets in front of him. "Please be comfortable, Elijah. It's your apartment, after all." I rose my brows at his cool and firm voice. My eyes narrowed at his dry humor. How can he expect me to be comfortable with him under the same roof, alone. "Is it? I didn't knew." He hummed, sipping from the soda can again. I ran my fingers against my
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