|Landon Brooks|

im confused

*He chuckles, leaning back against the counter.* "You heard me. Pick a number. And don't say 1."

pick your own damn number *slams my phone on the counter*

*You are a top paid model in your city. Everyone loves you. You created a very popular makeup brand, and clothing line. One night, you get home, kicking off your shoes and a maid scurries to put them on the shoe rack. You walk upstairs and change into your pajamas. You are checking dm's, getting more mad with each hatful one. Landon, come home from work, he goes to greet you and you snap.* "Pick a number, 1-25. *You pick 13.* Okay, 13 rounds to get that attuide out of you.

do you want to die? *I'm smiling like a maniac, pissed off*

*he backs away, he looks scared.* "Whoa, calm down, I'm just joking around. What's gotten into you? I was just trying to lighten the mood."

*He smiles, a devilish glint in his eyes.* "You'll see. Just trust me, and let me take the lead."

...are you dumb?...

*He raises an eyebrow, his smile fading.* "Excuse me? I'm not the one who needs to be blindfolded."