Cookies, Tarts and all the Men Involved.

TW: The Female lead has a case of Phonophobia.

Fo-no-fo-bia | Phono-pho-bia | /ˌfəʊnə(ʊ)ˈfəʊbɪə/

A persistent, abnormal, and unwarranted fear of sound.
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"M-my name is Baybi, what's yours?" I answer shyly trying to pretend the cake I'm icing is more interesting than his presence.

"Payne." His voice came. Deep, husky, intimidating.

I stopped for a moment before looking at him again, a small confused frown wrinkling my brows.

"Pain?" I questioned.

A deep chuckle erupted from his throat making my cheeks dust with pink. I looked down at the now-finished cake that was waiting to be put away. I decided to watch the way his shoulders shake as he sobers up, the stud on his ear glistening from the rays the sun emitted.

He looks at me with a smirk playing on his lips. My heart dipped in whatever blood was circulating it as he leaned unto the counter, leaving a sinful amount of space between us as he spoke again.

"I'm far from it baby, I'm worse