#she's fuming i'm like omfg oejtret

[dismaltouch]

kiara clenched her jaw, hands curling into fists at her sides as she listened to the obscenities that he'd uttered in her direction. she wasn't sure how he'd climbed so high onto that pedestal, but she was entirely prepared to knock him off by several feet. "watch who the fuck you're talking to. i've got a guy in my phone who will quite literally kill you and make it look like an accident. what do you want written on your headstone? ' here lies a moron who fucked around and found out ? ' has a nice ring to it ... don't you think? your parents would be so proud of it." she'd figure out how to expose him for the dirtbag that he really was, kiara would make sure of that. "i'll get them to see the real you. they'll see just how insufferable and disgusting you are and make it up to me by sending me on a solo trip to barbados. i'm their greatest gift, sweetheart. they want me to be happy and give them grandkids. even if you and i were the last two people on the planet, i'd never let you fuck me. there goes all their hopes and dreams. as soon as they realize that ... you'll be gone like every other idiot before you." kiara hadn't ever experienced a hatred so intense it was like no matter what she said, he had some snarky comment prepared right away. "no thanks. i prefer saving that for someone who doesn't make me want to vomit from the sight of them alone," she stated, tone cheery despite the nature of the words she was saying. "wow ... you sound worse than a pick me girl right now. how fucking pathetic." she'd wipe that smug expression right off his face if that was the last thing she ever did. "i'm not here to fulfill your delusional fantasies. you could try that seedy club across town. i bet someone would be happy to eliminate you that way over there." kiara wouldn't budge. she was stubborn and she would not be outdone by some little asshole like him. "you're not my fucking daddy. i'm not doing shit for you. how do you think my parents would feel about walking in to their precious girl crying? i can do that on command. do you wanna find out what happens to dickheads who hurt my feelings?"

"I don't think it's just for talking back. It has a nice shape and it's big enough," he sneered, his remark dripping with vulgarity as he emitted a derisive laugh. While he could adeptly play the role of an eloquent speaker in the suffocating presence of parents, his true colors emerged once freed from his controlling father's influence. It was no surprise that her parents deemed him an eligible candidate. Axel Wright possessed the ability to switch himself on and off, maintaining the facade of a perfect gentleman. Yet, gentleness was an attribute foreign to his nature. "Say whatever you want, they still think I'm good for you," he proclaimed, his voice laced with cockiness, a smirk playing on his lips. "Plenty, you say?" he taunted, a devious smile stretching across his lips. He was eager to push every button, to provoke her, and revel in the power he held over her. "How about you let me get a taste of some of that," he added, his voice laced with suggestive undertones. Axel delighted in stirring up a storm, pushing boundaries, and challenging her resistance. "But I'm not like everyone else, remember?" he reminded her, his tone dripping with superiority. " A death threat. Very sexy. It will be sexier if you put a knife on my neck and pull my hair back," a slightly disturbing suggestion shared. He mocking laughs at her threats, obvious unfazed by it. "Your parents will join us any minute," he remarked, a sly grin playing on his lips. "I suggest you put on your best behavior, my dear. After all, they tend to favor me over you." With a mocking tone, he added, "So why don't you scoot your cute little booty and get me a drink, please?"