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Slamming the coffee cup down on the table, you scowled at the Frenchmen as his two friends stared, befuddled, at you.
"There's your coffee." You growled, crossing your arms.
"-Boss." Francis finished for you, offering a brilliant smile.
You stayed silent.
Francis dropped his smile as he reached for the coffee and took a long sip. Setting down the cup, he leaned back in his chair.
"This tastes like crap." He said nonchalantly. "Did you get the right drink?"
"I got the only caramel drink they had, you spoiled brat." You snorted. "They don't serve caramel mochas there."
"Then you must not have gone to the right place. You do know where the school is, don't you? "His French accent made is mocking even more unbearable.
"I do know where the school is." A sly smirk poked at the corners of your mouth. "I also know where the speedway is. Enjoy, you arrogant little prick."
Slapping him with a spiteful smile, you turned to leave but Francis wasn't going to take these insults lying down. He bolted up and grabbed your wrist. Gripping it tightly, he pulled you back into him. You stumbled back, tripping clumsily over yourself. Francis cupped your chin roughly, forcing you to look into his angry blue orbs. He held your face dangerously close to his, letting his hot breath spread across your lips.
"Mon petit serviteur," He whispered. "I told you, you would regret not obeying, oui? It would hurt me so to think I will have to punish you further, though being this close to you now, I think I can find myself enjoying it."
He squeezed your chin, pressing his nails into your skin. You didn't hide your discomfort, letting a soft whine escape you, followed by a low growl. Your (e/c) eyes narrowed to match his cold, intimidating gaze. You two stood silently for a moment, internally battling each other with invisible words. Cold air rushed past your lips as he inhaled.
"Boss Francis." Francis ordered.
"Boss Francis." You hissed, reluctantly.
A bright smile returned to Francis's face, but you were bathed in frigid light. You frowned even harder than before. He flicked your face away and chuckled.
"Bon. Go now. I will text you if I need you, serviteur." The cold Frenchman waved you away.
Silently, you showed that bastard your back, freezing as he cleared his throat loudly, waiting impatiently. You fought with the words to spit them out before leaving.
"Yes. Boss Francis"
"There's your coffee." You growled, crossing your arms.
"-Boss." Francis finished for you, offering a brilliant smile.
You stayed silent.
Francis dropped his smile as he reached for the coffee and took a long sip. Setting down the cup, he leaned back in his chair.
"This tastes like crap." He said nonchalantly. "Did you get the right drink?"
"I got the only caramel drink they had, you spoiled brat." You snorted. "They don't serve caramel mochas there."
"Then you must not have gone to the right place. You do know where the school is, don't you? "His French accent made is mocking even more unbearable.
"I do know where the school is." A sly smirk poked at the corners of your mouth. "I also know where the speedway is. Enjoy, you arrogant little prick."
Slapping him with a spiteful smile, you turned to leave but Francis wasn't going to take these insults lying down. He bolted up and grabbed your wrist. Gripping it tightly, he pulled you back into him. You stumbled back, tripping clumsily over yourself. Francis cupped your chin roughly, forcing you to look into his angry blue orbs. He held your face dangerously close to his, letting his hot breath spread across your lips.
"Mon petit serviteur," He whispered. "I told you, you would regret not obeying, oui? It would hurt me so to think I will have to punish you further, though being this close to you now, I think I can find myself enjoying it."
He squeezed your chin, pressing his nails into your skin. You didn't hide your discomfort, letting a soft whine escape you, followed by a low growl. Your (e/c) eyes narrowed to match his cold, intimidating gaze. You two stood silently for a moment, internally battling each other with invisible words. Cold air rushed past your lips as he inhaled.
"Boss Francis." Francis ordered.
"Boss Francis." You hissed, reluctantly.
A bright smile returned to Francis's face, but you were bathed in frigid light. You frowned even harder than before. He flicked your face away and chuckled.
"Bon. Go now. I will text you if I need you, serviteur." The cold Frenchman waved you away.
Silently, you showed that bastard your back, freezing as he cleared his throat loudly, waiting impatiently. You fought with the words to spit them out before leaving.
"Yes. Boss Francis"
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CHAPTER THREE!
Woohoo!~ And i didn't post this one at some ridiculous time of the night!~
I hope you guys are enjoying this so far, even though it's only chapter 3.
BUT STILL.
Chapter One:[link]
Chapter Two:[link]
Chapter Three: [link]
Chapter Four- [link]
Chapter Five- [link]
Chapter Six: [link]
Chapter Seven: [link]
Chapter Eight:[link]
Chapter Nine: [link]
Chapter Ten:[link]
Chapter 11: [link]
Chapter 12: [link]
THIS IS ME PROMOTING THIS AWESOME SLICE OF AWESOME. She may not write Reader Inserts but she is amazing and will make you cry and I love her dearly!~ Go check her out!~
Woohoo!~ And i didn't post this one at some ridiculous time of the night!~
I hope you guys are enjoying this so far, even though it's only chapter 3.
BUT STILL.
Chapter One:[link]
Chapter Two:[link]
Chapter Three: [link]
Chapter Four- [link]
Chapter Five- [link]
Chapter Six: [link]
Chapter Seven: [link]
Chapter Eight:[link]
Chapter Nine: [link]
Chapter Ten:[link]
Chapter 11: [link]
Chapter 12: [link]
THIS IS ME PROMOTING THIS AWESOME SLICE OF AWESOME. She may not write Reader Inserts but she is amazing and will make you cry and I love her dearly!~ Go check her out!~
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This is such an awesome story! Great work!