Episode 1

"Sweet talk me "

I frown a bit at the sudden statement , looking up from the tinted red diner cups , I find myself staring into hazel eyes with the prettiest flecks of amber.

The eyes were the same hazel colour that any girl could manage to fall for, however, I knew that it would take more than preety eyes to have me swooning .

" Hard to do that when there's absolutely nothing sweet about you to talk about" I reply in my most monotonous tone, not a fan of charismatic lines made for hopelessly vulnerable girls.

Mr. Hazel eyes gives me a cold laugh, almost out of courtesy and obviously forced out , Archer west the owner of the eyes, is quite something and yet I can't decide if he's something I want to run away from or verbally battle. He's a unique guy notorious for his lethal charisma and expensive habits. Archer west is a risk, one that a certain girl is unsure about indulging in.

To be completely honest, he is more than just simply unique, Archer is quite the character , the definition of bad. He's far worse than the average badass that simply rides a beaten up motorcycle in fact, he even puts the '***' in badass, Archer makes me want to move my *** ten miles away from his ***, his presence upsetting and causing a sense of discomfort to arise.

"Sweet talk me " he says once more the words coming out more as a controlling demand.

A demand he doesn't even bother to say the word 'please' with.

I say nothing for a matter of seconds. contempt acting a good comeback before I find myself whispering "apple pie, red velvet cheesecake, cannoli, creme brulee-"

I feel a hand pressed against my mouth before I have the chance to say flan, one of my personal favourite dessert dishes to ever exist. My comeback not obviously not what he wanting to hear '.

"Ha-ha very funny Grey " he says however he's not laughing, his devilishly handsome face not at all amused.

He is good looking, Archer west is devilishly good looking , although he is quite possibly the hugest asshole of the decade and yet I must say that he is bestowed with good looks that any man is to be jealous of. The whole dark hair and hazel eyes combination.

That he accessorizes with a cigarette has almost, as in he couldn't possibly have me in a lovesick trace.

He uncovers my mouth and I reveal an unsatisfied look, one even a high school imbecile like him can read.

"Wow, you know my last name and I'm not even a girl you've banged aren't I special ?" I say bitterly, ready for our unusual conversation to come to its end.

He gives me a dry laugh, no charisma laced in it.

"You're extra special, Grey , afterall , I know not only your last name but your beautiful first one too "

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