How I wanted it!!!
Well, well, violence solves nothing, all right, but in earlier days, when women wore those pompous dresses, a lady's best defense against offense was a clean, proud slap. Of course, I wanted to fall on him and not stop punching and kicking him like he was a character from Dragon Ball, but the slap seemed precise and sufficient.
Lucian's handsome, clean” shaven face twisted on impact, then straightened again. He wasn't surprised, though his lips pursed and his jaw tightened.
"You're trash," I blurted out. No, rubbish is little! You are the most disgusting piece of trash there is!
"And I thought you were smarter." He rebutted me, containing his rage at having been hit. I had realized that he was paying too much attention to you, but I didn't think you were going to fal
