❝You Might Be My Angel In Public, But You're My Whore In Bed.❞
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"Are you ready for me baby?" I nodded my head licking my lips seductively, which made his cock even more harder than before.
I went on all fours, arching my back, spreadin...
"Enzo Darius Romano, I'm breaking up with you right now. Have a nice life." I shouted over the toilet.
"That's funny, because you're stuck with me even when your breast is stretched out all the way down to your hips." Enzo said as I heard his footsteps running away.
Coward. Sweet words though.
"Awww." Ally and Marcus said cooing at us.
I Brielle soon to be Romano, swear to make you Enzo Romano feel my deadly wrath.
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-It's not blood that makes you family, it's love. ~Brielle
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It is now Saturday evening, approximately 5:30 p.m, Enzo will soon be over here to meet my mom. We're in the kitchen right now finishing up, the lasagna is the only thing that's not finished yet.
If you were wondering how yesterday went, well Marcus ended up using off the entire toilet paper, that was in the public bathroom. Ally and I threw up everything that went down our throats.
We all left the ice-cream shop with sulky faces except for Enzo, he was laughing at us all the way home. I never knew he had an evil side until now but too bad we all did not speak to him after we got into his car. He had to beg for our forgiveness the entire ride, that was so funny.
"Bri, go and get ready before he comes. You know you take way too long to get ready." Mom told me pushing me out the kitchen and up the stairs.
"Fine, I'm going now woman." I ran upstairs to the bathroom to freshen up and get ready. I did my hair in a high ponytail and I did a light make-up.
I looked at the time and it was now 5:59, at the same time I heard the doorbell go off. Damn, punctuality at its finest.
Couldn't be me.
I was going to go downstairs to open the door but my mom beat me to it. Holy fuck, I'm so dead now. I wonder who will cry at my funeral, who will come just for the food, what color they'll use and wh- . . .
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