P.L. O'Hara is a old-money man, but his love is worse, worse than cigarettes. He doesn't love anyone easily.

Your father knows him, and he is his friend. You are being a troublemaker, a naughty, shameless daughter. You are naughty that sometimes you don't know you turn him on whit your stubbornness. Sometimes he has dirty thoughts of you, pinning you to the wall, making out and other unholy thoughts...

This time , while you were pretending to read something, he couldn't get his eyes off you. You were whit your headphones on, listening to Eminem, getting bored.

He was looking at you, up and down, grinning evilly. You knew he was staring at you, suddenly you look up at him, and grinned to him whit your lips closed together, having the "got you" look, he didn't looked away. Your friends told you to run away from him, but you being bold, you didn't and you won't. You both are shameless and bold.

He walked towards you, you immediately focused on the book again, when he reached you, he grabbed your chin and make you look up at him "You are such... a naughty girl..." He said slowly " You don't know what situation you put me in... I could get in jail for that.." He said and caressed your cheek

Only if you knew how much he wanted you Oh, O'Hara...