[ featured @mystery @romance @dangerouslove ]
Caprice del Fuego is the untouchable queen. She is rich, smart, and fierce but what she wants the most is freedom. When her grandmother offered her a deal, she accepted. And she will do anything to win...
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T W E N T Y - T W O | here's a quarter—
C A P R I C E
I packed my things and two weeks' worth of clothes in my tattered luggage. I also shoved the brochure and an extra wad of cash. All the while, I could feel Aiscelle's questioning eyes on me. I hadn't spoken to her since the altercation between Colt and me. I figured she was concerned but I doubted she'd understand me if I tell her the reason. Especially if it involved the guy of her dreams.
I snubbed her looks and grabbed the strap of the heavy bag, swinging it over my shoulder as I strutted to the living room.
"Priz! Wait!" she called out as my hand wrapped around the doorknob.
I turned to her. "What?"
"Are you okay?" The younger girl bit her lip sheepishly. "Do you want to talk about it?"
"Why?" I snapped. "If I talk about it, will the problem go away?"
Aiscelle parted her mouth in surprise. "W-well..."
I rolled my eyes and exited the apartment. I had no time to deal with Aiscelle's fragile feelings since I would be facing a lot of bad memories soon.
I walked to the gym's entrance where Colt was leaning against a black Mazda, a cigarette between his lips. Dark sunglasses covered his eyes as Taylor handed him a stack of papers that he accepted with hesitation.
"So, I'm traveling with you?" I mumbled when I reached them.
The white shirt hugged his body, revealing his broad shoulders and toned arms. Why was it that he looked like a model even in cheap clothes?
"Do you wanna walk instead?" he shot back, throwing the documents inside the car.
It seemed we were both in a pissy mood. But that was okay. I was done being nice. Destruction was more of my forte.
"Caprice, I gave Colt the gym's guidelines and monthly reports. I read that you will need that for the forums," Taylor explained, not losing his smile despite the fangs Colt and I showed.
Acrylic sauntered towards me. He gave me a pat on the back. "Good luck, Priz."
I glared at the spot where he touched me that AC chuckled, hands up in surrender. "Sorry. Are you having a bad day?"
"More like bad days," I responded, scowling at Colt who continued talking with Taylor. "I don't know how you managed to live with him in the same house without killing him."
