Emara Stone

I watch Ryan's face getting harder than my name Stone and then I hear his teeth grit not-my-name dangerously. "Amara.."

I gulp, watching him go into full maniac-mode.

"I don't care who the fuck calls you what.." He slowly strides towards me like a lunatic on loose.

Instinct kicks in, and I take a step back, only to find myself trapped against the wall and the crack-head approaching me.

"I don't care how many times you block me.." His dark, unhinged gaze bores into mine.

"I don't care how much you try to ignore me.." Ryan spits every word laced with venom as he steps closer, invading my personal space.

My head presses into the cement wall, and my fingers hold my purse in panic as he lowers his psychotic face to me.

"And I don't give a fuck if you go talk to other guys just to make me jealous.." His voice low and hoarse, dripping with envy as he presses his body to mine.

I gasp, feeling my whole body tense.

"Because, in the end.." His breath hot against my skin, as he whispers darkly, "You will end up with me only."

His words send a series of chills down my spine and my heart pounds, scared that he can hear it.

"You need to back off, Ryan." I manage to say, keeping my voice steady and strong, despite the fear bubbling inside me.

But he shakes his head slowly, showing no sign of retreat.

Instead, he leans in with a deranged determination, so close that I feel his lips grazing against my cheeks as he whisper, "If you think blocking my number is going to keep me away from you.. You are wrong."

I feel his hot breath mingling with mine as his lips hover above mine, just an inch away.

"Leave." I state, scared to know how far he is willing to push this.

"I am not going anywhere, Amara. Not this time." Ryan grunts deeply.

His hand snakes up, tangling in my hair and forcing me to look into his unflinching eyes, that glaze with pure jealousy.

"You are stuck with me, and no matter what.."

My heart rattles as his gaze bore into me, raw and threatening as he promises, "You are never getting rid of me."

I couldn't look away, nor he let me.

"I will marry you, Amara. Then you will know we were always meant to be together." He sounds like a possessed man, who has long lost his mind, and trying to convince me that our future is carved in stone.

"You are crazy." I tell him, just in case he didn't notice.

A grin spreads on his devilish face, which fastens my heart beats. He looks wickedly menacing.

"Yes. I am fucking crazy for you." Ryan admits, in a dangerous whisper.

His fingers brush against my cheek and my skin crawls as he gently plays with a lock of my hair like a psychotic stalker.

"You always were and you will always be.. Mine." His voice so low and intimidatingly possessive, that it curls around me like a snake, sending a wave of fear through me.

"I like your new hair." His thumb strokes over the red strand, before bringing it closer to his nose to inhale deeply.

"It makes you look sexier." He murmurs, rolling my hair around his finger like he owns it.

"Thanks." I reply blankly. "I got them done by selling your Airpods."

Ryan's entire body freezes, and he pulls back slightly while his expression twists from possessive to shocked.

"You are kidding, right?" His eyes meet mine in a silent fear, waiting for me laugh it out. But I shake my head slowly, showing no sign of denial.

"No, Ryan. I sold your Airpods on eBay for 800 dollars and got my hair coloured with that money." I tell him with a smile.

Also, I needed money for my project. But let's not tell him that!

His face goes pale for a second, then shifts into absolute fury. "WHAT? You sold my custom made Louis Vuitton Real Gold Plated Airpods!?!"

I nod my head.

"That too for only 800 dollars on EBAY!" He breathes in furiously.

I feel a slap of ecstasy as I watch Ryan striding back and forth like a caged animal, losing his mind by every second.

"They costed me two thousand dollars FUCK!" He yells, throwing a glare at me hotly while I blink at him cutely.

"Oh well.. You know I was feeling sad, and I badly wanted to feel good. So, I checked the price online and I think without the original box and charger, 800 was a pretty good deal. It's not like I bought them." I tell him, casually twirling a red lock around my finger as I watch him go lunatic.

"Fuck! They were limited edition, Amara! I would have given you the damn money. Why did you sell them?" Ryan runs his hands through his hair, clutching hard like he is going to pull the roots out.

"Because I wanted to colour my hair. How many times I have to tell you?" I roll my eyes and turn away, bored with his drama.

"Wait.. Whom did you sell it to?" He grabs me by my arm, and instantly, I reach for my purse, whipping out Daisy, the cutter.

"Don't you fucking dare to touch me, you Rhino-Pathetic-Sauras!" I snap, flashing the blade in front of him.

Ryan ducks his head back in time as I shove the sharp tip right in front of his pretty face, giving him a little taste of my new zero-motherfuckers-tolerance policy.

"I will sell your kidneys next for a plastic ring. So don't test me bitch!" I glare back with my own demons that triggered with his slight touch.

Gone is the girl who can be controlled by his raw dominance and muscular titties.

"And just to be clear, I am not yours, Ryan. But you? You are mine." I look him dead in the eyes and point the cutter just a little lower to his body. "Your eyeballs, balls, kidneys, everything is mine."

Ryan freezes like he saw a ghost. His whiskey brown eyes widen, and for a split second, he actually looks scared.

"So if you act any more stupid than you already are, your organs will be next on eBay. Got it?" I threaten him with a grin.

"Have you lost your mind?" The Prince of Loserland just stares at me, completely flabbergasted by the sudden shift in my behaviour.

"Well.. You are not the only crazy bitch around here!" I smile, before turning my heels and walking away, leaving him shocked to his socks.

I love it when I remember who the fuck I am.. The Queen of Bitches.

As I make my grand escape through the backdoor, and freely walk in the open ground, I hear someone catching up to me.

"Hey, Emara!"

I look up to see Drake walking in his low waist jeans, and chains jangling with every step he takes towards me.

"Let me guess, you want to ask me out?" I ask him directly, saving time.

"Uh.. Yes." He replies, rubbing his neck, "Do you wanna go to a party with me tonight?"

"No. I have diarrhea." I tell him, walking past.

"Oh, then how about next week?" He asks me, clearly not taking the hint.

"I have diarrhea all my life." My voice dripping with sarcasm as I continue to walk the pavement like it's my runway.

I can't believe I am dodging assholes like John Wick dodges bullets.

It's not even 10 o'clock in the morning and I already met three sick men with Emara fever.

Errhhh! You are not playing fair God.

When I wanted love, you starved me to death, and now when I am hating men, you are dropping them on me like bombs on Japan.

Suddenly, my feet halt as I spot a familiar car parked right in front of me.

Tesla Roadster, AI powered sports car belonging to none other than that AI asshole. Fresh anger accelerates through my veins and I grip the cutter tighter in my hand with revenge reviving in my head.

If I can't stab him, I will stab the very next thing he loves the most. His precious baby-on-wheels.

I glance around quickly, scanning for any cameras or witnesses. Coast clear. A malicious grin spreads across my pretty face as I stride towards the car, ready to give it some special customization.

I squat down and flip open Daisy, my trusty little cutter, and let the tip of blade graze against the shiny red paint of his Tesla, right on its door so he and the whole world can see my artwork.

"Limited Edition Blah Blah Shit!" I mimic in his stupid heavy voice as I etch the message letter by letter.

M-O-T-H-E-R-F-U-K-E-R

Yeah, that's what you are!

Even with all that money, tall height, and green-eyes, he is still just a tiny-ass-motherfucker. And now, his car will remind him of it every single day. Hehehe!

"You missed a C."

I hear someone say, and my attention goes to the word that I have just permanently carved with my cutter. Damn.. I really missed it!

Suddenly, my entire body freezes, as I feel a familiar dark and diabolic energy lurking behind me. My gut twists in fear as I slowly turn around and there he is..

Dakota Black. The King of all motherfuckers.

My heart drops as those toxic green eyes penetrate into me, glinting with a mixture of amusement and something darker.

His lips curl into a slow, predatory smirk, the kind of grin a wolf wears after cornering a cute little rabbit.

Me.

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