You're Just My Type
Callixta’s shock quickly turned to anger as Dahlia's laughter echoed through the room, as if she had just heard the most hilarious joke ever. It was a reaction Callixta had not anticipated, and it only fueled her frustration further.
“What… Why the fuck are you laughing at?!” Callixta exclaimed, her voice dripping with anger. Her brows furrowed, and her hands clenched into fists at her sides, ready to strike if need be.
Dahlia, realizing her mistake, immediately fell silent. Biting her lip, she struggled to contain her laughter, knowing that it was an inappropriate response given the serious nature of the situation.
Though Dahlia's sudden burst of laughter had hindered the gravity of the moment, she had her reasons. When Callixta had been confessing her feelings, Dahlia couldn’t help but find it incredibly ridiculous. She had thought to herself about how great they would be together with their horrible personalities, violent nature’s and clearly unstable states of mind. But that didn’t mean that she didn’t find Callixta terrifying.
“I’m sorry… I just-“ Dahlia started to apologize, but her words were cut short as Callixta’s fury boiled over. Without hesitation, Callixta slapped her across the face, the resounding impact filling the room.
Gasping, Dahlia held her stinging cheek, her eyes wide with a mixture of pain and shock. She glanced over at Salvatore, who remained silent, observing the scene without intervention.
Feeling remorseful for her outburst, Dahlia mustered up the courage to mutter an apology, her voice barely audible. The tension in the room was palpable, everyone reeling from the sudden turn of events.
Before Callixta could respond further, Salvatore intervened with a stern command. “That’s enough… Callixta, leave. I’m busy,” he declared, his voice betraying no emotion.
Callixta’s heart sank at his dismissal, her hopes crushed in an instant. She glared at Dahlia one last time before turning to slowly make her way out of the room. The weight of her unrequited feelings pressed heavily upon her as she retreated, her footsteps barely registering in the silence.
Dahlia’s hand remained on her cheek, feeling the warmth from the impact of Callixta’s slap. She watched the other woman leave with a mix of guilt and unhappiness. She lowered her eyes when Salvatore glanced her before her turned and walked back to his study.
Dahlia sighed. She wanted to go back home.
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Ponce let out a cry of pain, his voice echoing through the room. Adala’s eyes widened in horror at the sight before her. She quickly grabbed a towel, intending to clean him up, but froze when she realized that he was completely naked. Fear and embarrassment washed over her, and she turned away, unsure of what to do next.
“What the fuck did you do to me?!” Ponce yelled, his agony evident in his voice. The pain radiated through his body, leaving him feeling helpless and enraged.
With a stammered apology, Adala attempted to approach him again to assist, but when she caught sight of his exposed state once more, she recoiled, her face flushing with embarrassment and shame. She never intended for this mishap to happen, and the situation was becoming more chaotic by the second.
In his anguish, Ponce’s anger intensified, boiling over at her perceived incompetence. He reached for his gun, his fingers wrapping tightly around it as he cocked it with a vengeful intent.
“No… I’m sorry!” Adala pleaded, the panic evident in her voice. She realized the severity of her mistake, and fear coursed through her veins as she watched him prepare to shoot. Without a second thought, she swiftly turned and dashed out of the building, desperate to escape the imminent danger.
Ponce let out a frustrated cry, his anger consuming him as he grappled with the burning sensation caused by the mishap. He felt as if he was on the brink of madness, the pepper-like feeling intensifying with each passing moment. Seeking solace, he rushed into the bathroom and turned on the shower, desperate to ease the excruciating pain.
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Meanwhile, in the gym room, Faye diligently trained, her focus unwavering. She wore a small sports bra that showcased her alluring figure, paired with loose joggers. A protective bandage was wrapped securely around her hands, a testament to her commitment to her training.
With every punch and kick she delivered onto the punching bag, Faye unleashed an impressive display of strength and skill. The force of her blows proved too much for the bag to handle, causing it to tear under her relentless assault. Beads of sweat dripped from her face, mingling with her determination and resilience.
Just as she finished her intense workout, Clarice entered the room. His eyes were drawn to Faye's incredible physique and her undeniable strength.
“You’re just my type. You know that right?”.
Faye let out a sigh of annoyance as she untied the bandage on her fist, her focus disrupted by Clarice’s unwelcome presence. His persistent attempts at flirtation only served to irritate her further.
“I’m not in the mood for your disturbance,” She snapped, her tone laced with irritation.
A mischievous grin danced across his face as he leaned in and whispered in her ear, “Why? What’s wrong?”.
Faye’s eyes rolled, her annoyance only intensifying. She turned to face him, her expression conveying her exasperation.
“You know what? Let’s settle this,” Faye challenged. “If I win, you’ll leave my life for good.”
Clarice’s smirk widened as he considered her proposition. “And if I win, you’ll grant any wish of mine,” he replied confidently.
Faye nodded, accepting the terms. She pushed him away with a strong shove against his chest, folding her fists in preparation for the impending fight.
“Remember, I won’t hold back just because you’re a girl,” Clarence warned, his tone filled with a hint of arrogance.
Faye’s eyes narrowed as determination surged through her. “I wasn’t expecting you to,” she retorted.
Without hesitation, Faye launched herself at Clarice, attacking him with a flurry of hard kicks. As agile as he was, he effortlessly evaded her initial assaults. But the more he dodged, the faster and more relentless Faye became, making it increasingly challenging for him to keep up.
Undeterred, Clarice began to fight back, throwing punches and attempting to outmaneuver Faye. However, she deftly countered every move he made, her skills and reflexes proving to be a formidable match for him.
In a split-second maneuver, Clarice threw a punch at Faye, only to have his wrist caught in her grasp. With a swift and fluid motion, she twisted his arm behind his back, exerting control over the situation. Faye delivered a powerful kick to Clarice's back, sending him sprawling to the floor with her grip still firmly locked on his restrained arm.
A smug smile tugged at Faye’s lips as she looked down at a seemingly defeated Clarice. “Looks like I’ve won,” she taunted, relishing in her temporary victory.
Clarice let out a short laugh, his amusement evident. “You think so?” he muttered cryptically.
Before Faye could ponder on his reply, he moved his legs swiftly, effectively sweeping her off the floor.
As Clarice swiftly maneuvered, he managed to switch positions with Flame, pinning her hands above her head on the ground and using his legs to trap her own legs, rendering her unable to move. His victorious declaration filled the air, his smirk growing wider with each passing moment.
“So you honestly think I’ll grant any of your foolish wishes,” Faye scoffed, a defiant glare in her eyes.
Clarice’s smirk deepened as he reveled in his scheme. “I knew you wouldn’t stick to your word, which is why I chose this request,” he replied, his tone filled with smug satisfaction.
Faye’s voice trailed off as confusion began to cloud her thoughts. Before she could finish her question, her eyes widened in shock as Clarice’s lips abruptly crashed against hers, capturing her in a sudden and forceful kiss. Time seemed to freeze as her mind raced to process the unexpected turn of events. Anger surged through her veins, causing her eyes to flash red with fury.