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“Absolutely,” I gulp, realizing how easily I can communicate with this cop.
It's all because of him. He's unexpectedly friendly for a police officer.
“Have you been crying?” He gives me a sympathetic look, his gaze lingering on my bare feet.
“Nah, I've been experimenting with drugs,” I shift to the side, attempting to close the door, but he slips his hand through the gap.
“I'll swing by tomorrow if you promise that you'll be okay once I leave.”
“Why? Do you want to stick around and tuck me in bed until I fall asleep? Or maybe you wanna fuck to snap me out of this crappy mood?” I smirk bitterly, resting my temple against the doorframe.
“Don't get me wrong, but you're not my type,” he adjusts his tone, and I catch him growing flustered.
“Pardon you!” I exclaim. “I'm everyone's type.” I shoot him an arrogant look, curious to see his reaction, but he seems uncomfortable.
“Rebecca... you’re overstepping.”
“And are you planning to give me a fine? You said you don't like me, I just said that I had a slip-up in the parking lot... or maybe it didn't, but I'm clarifying now. So, if you're not here to fuck me, then... the door's all yours, Mr. Skyfall,” I mock him shamelessly, and he seems slightly annoyed.
“Come on, Rebecca,” he brings his hand to the back of his neck, and I can’t help but notice he is already taken with me.
He likes me, I can tell, but I'm not emotionally or even physically available.
“Fine then, go ahead and leave. I'm not about to kill myself, if that's what you're thinking. At least not till tomorrow.”
“Message received,” he adjusts his leather jacket and shrugs his shoulders. “Eat and get some rest. You look like shit.”
“Thanks for the compliment,” I retorted. “Now take your hand off, unless you want me to give you a free manicure,” I delivered my sharpest remarks, fully embracing my obnoxious demeanor.
“Have a ni…,” he hesitates, realizing how inappropriate his well-wishing sounds. “Never mind!” He waves it off and takes a couple of steps back.
“Have a fantastic evening too,” I grin before closing the door and leaning against it, ensuring he is gone.
I press my ear against the wooden surface, listening to his fading footsteps in the hallway of the old building. This is my way of pushing away anyone who shows the slightest bit of interest in me. I am straightforward, using my street-smart language to catch them off guard, and this way, I make sure no one gets too close.
“This cop cares way too much about you. Don't you think, Becca?” A voice suddenly echoes behind me.
I find myself caught between a massive chest and the doorframe. I can feel his warm breath tickling my neck, along with the familiar scent. My skin shivers as his hand attaches to my thigh, and for a moment, I freeze.
“Manasseh...” I growl his name, and I feel his smirk pressed against my pulse line, sending shivers through my skin.
“I promised you I would never leave you alone,” I feel him sniffing me, and his hand slips into the hollow of my palm.
The old woman was right again.
I'm holding hands with the DISASTER.
CHAPTER 9
Present
Rebecca
His touch burns me.
He breathes down my neck, and I realize that Manasseh is like an unshakeable shadow. When his fingers attempt to intertwine with mine, I explode.
“You fuckin...” I turn around, full of rage, and smack him across the face.
