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𝅄♥︎ं⡴ ℳ. ¸: ᭰͒̑͡ 𝆕𓈒ֵ۫
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𝅄♥︎ं⡴ ℳ. ¸: ᭰͒̑͡ 𝆕𓈒ֵ۫
@UbuntuMelody
๑⠀⠀⠀𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗇 ⠀⠀◟⠀㈽ ♡⠀◝⠀⠀⠀ᯇ⠀⠀⠀𝗅𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌.ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ& 𝖺 ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗐𝖾𝗋 ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏𝗀𝖺𝗋𝖽𝖾𝗇 ͏͏ ͏ ͏͏❀
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𝅄♥︎ं⡴ ℳ. ¸: ᭰͒̑͡ 𝆕𓈒ֵ۫ ری ٹویٹ کیا

@OptimalAssassin !!
"W-what?!"
Before she could even register what was happening, she found herself being carried to his room and now with the door closed... it was going to be another.. long night .
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@UbuntuMelody ⠀ ⠀
⠀ ⠀❝ All right then. You're coming with me. ❞
With a single motion, Slade picked up Monique with ease as he throws her over his shoulder, walking into the bedroom and closing the door.
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@OptimalAssassin "The truth. Lies only piss me off ."
She kept looking at him, waiting for his answer.
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@UbuntuMelody ⠀ ⠀
⠀ ⠀❝ Okay, you want the truth or the lie? ❞
Hands placed on his hips, singular hue glancing towards her.
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@OptimalAssassin "Tch. Don't flatter yourself. Now... what is it?"
Brow arched as she awaited for him to finally get to the point of his sudden invitation.
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@UbuntuMelody ⠀ ⠀
⠀ ⠀Closing the door and locking it behind him, he turns to look in her general direction.
❝ What, shy all of a sudden? ❞
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@OptimalAssassin She slowly entered his home. For someone with his reputation, he sure did take care of his home. She glanced around before turning her attention onto him.
"..."
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@UbuntuMelody ⠀ ⠀
⠀ ⠀❝ No, I texted you. Come in. ❞
He stepped aside to allow her entry into his house. Despite being a reckless individual, he cleans up rather well.
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@OptimalAssassin "Yeah? You sent me a text. Unless you were expecting someone else instead. If that's the case, you're paying for my next cab home."
Arms folded, she waited. Was she going to be let in? Or did he accidentally text her instead.
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@UbuntuMelody ⠀ ⠀
⠀ ⠀The knock on the door broke his concentration as he sat up from the bed. Sliding off with his bare feet meeting the tiled floor, he walked over towards the front door.
Releasing its latches before turning the knob to open it.
❝ Monique? ❞
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@OptimalAssassin She arrived, now making her way to his front door. Oddly enough, a wave of shyness washed over her. She had to breathe before gaining some composure.
Letting out a heavy sigh, she knocked on his door. Patiently awaiting for him to open the door.
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@UbuntuMelody He remained in the confines of his bedroom, no messages in return or anything. He'll Just blame alcohol, even though he isn't fully drunk.
Hell, he's barely even buzzed at this point.
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@OptimalAssassin BZZZT
BZZZT
The sound of her phone going off made her slowly sit up on her bed. Looking to find his name and reading the text followed by the attachment, she contemplated for a while.
But, that drive took over, and she found herself getting a cab and going right to his place.
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@UbuntuMelody ⠀ ⠀
⠀ ⠀It could be the alcohol kicking in or maybe something more, but who knows. He grabs his phone and opens the messaging app he has, pulling up her name.
📲: "Come over."
Before sending his message, he adds a very suggestive attachment and then presses send.
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@OptimalAssassin "I despise him... thats the whole truth... or so that's what I say to convince myself. But he's bad news... I can't be thinking of him in any sort of sense..."
If anyone could hear her speaking to herself right now, they'd call her crazy.
But can a bad person truly be...more?
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@UbuntuMelody Pulling himself onto his bed fully, he rolls over to lay on his back whilst his head instantly turns towards the empty space next to him.
A sigh before he turned to look at ceiling, many thoughts running through his mind.
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𝅄♥︎ं⡴ ℳ. ¸: ᭰͒̑͡ 𝆕𓈒ֵ۫ ری ٹویٹ کیا

@OptimalAssassin She finally got to her bed after some time and just threw herself onto it, followed by a heavy sigh.
Without any realization, her hand would run along the empty space beside her.
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@UbuntuMelody A few bottles in and the intoxication process began. Vision blurs while his balance becomes unstable.
Walking to his room, he falls on the bed, her lingering touch and smell remain.
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