Eleanor POV
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"The necklace?"
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"You" .
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"You, Eleanor.
I'm talking about you" he stresses out my name like he is doing all this on purpose.
The minute I start to feel like ,he is much more than his arrogance, he just puts up his narcissist brain to spoil that.
"Why do I hate you already, Harrison?"
I grit out my words as I bring my hand, in an attempt to push him away from me.
The closeness, his fresh mint breathe.
Those eyes are just making me fume in anger.
He is driving me crazy, I hate him so much because he thinks he owns me already.
He thinks that ill run according to his needs.
But I just want to prove him wrong.
And my efforts to push him away goes to vein.
Like a water thrown into a sea.
"Maybe my tempting looks have to do something with that" he
