His Girl

Bella It had to be f*****g him. his perfect broody face. his perfect  teeth. even his perfect f*****g body. everything about him...had to be perfect. I tried to put out the fire he lighted in me, I tried to squeeze my legs shut to stop the pooling between my legs. I kept my head up as I looked into his sliver eyes. Because f**k him. "Bella, I can do that and more", his deep rich voice buzzed through my body, I didn't even say it out loud for him to read my mind. and I f*****g hate it. "Don't mix pleasure with business Mr. Fazio", I said in a slightly bothered tone, His words from the past still burned into my heart. which fulled the strength to not jump over his desk right now. I don't love you... Like I said...Fuck him. his gaze cleared over a bit, with a hint of frost. I know he hates it when I call him by his last name. But he has to know I'm not his anymore... In fact I was never his. "alright, let's talk business", he said leaning back into his office chair.