Ella
Have you ever wished for the ground to open up and swallow you?
That's exactly how I feel at this moment as I stare into Malik’s sinister stormy gray eyes. He gives me a bashful sly grin. I know what this is, he played me from the very beginning. I should have known.
“ You played me.” I accuse him.
He chuckles as he gulps the scotch at a goal. He grabs the bottle and I read the contents. It's just as I expected. He pours himself another glass.
“ Take a seat, mate.” The way he says mate makes me shiver. He is taunting me, if he is upset he doesn't show it. His emotions show on his face yet like every other time they deceive me.
He points at the seat that's opposite his. With shaky legs, I move closer and take my seat.
“ You played me,” I repeat my earlier statement.
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