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She lives in delusional world...., reading books and waiting for a guy like zade meadows or Rhys Larsen to come and rescue her from the demons from her past ,
she doesn't believe in love....or it's better to say she doesn't believe in real life lo...
I groan opening my eyes ...the cold air hugs me morning instead of my tesoro...i lie on my back only to notice the empty cold sheets next to me ..I strech and sit on the bed finding a note on the nightstand ... 'good morning gentleboy,fresh up and take this pill for your hangover' ...
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I frown reading the note ....that's when I look at my naked body ...I find my towel lying on my left foot ...i standup tying it around my torso....what the hell happened last night? ...and gentleboy? Is that even a word? ...I walk into the bathroom finding my toothbrush....
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I notice something written on the mirror with a lipstick followed by a kiss ... ' Last night was fun baby' ...my grip loosens around the brush making it fall ...Christo ...did we actually??? ....why don't I remember anything....this was supposed to be memorable and here I am .... totally with a amnesia brain ....I hold my head with both hands groaning with pain both due to hangover and ..due to my mini hell amnesia ...
after doing my work ...i dressup and reach downstairs.....i find Enzo on couch sipping something very close to non edible drink ..." What the hell is that ?" ...he lifts his head scrunching his eyes ..." My hangover soup ...is it just me or did u forget what happened yesterday too?" ...i nod sitting next to him ...
" Where's my tesoro?" ..." Your what?...ah...Sathya ...she's in kitchen" i nod and grab the lasagna on the plate infront of us ...I dig in only to standup and scrunch my nose ... " What is this pathetic excuse of lasagna??? Christo ..." I run to kitchen sink spitting it and washing my mouth ...I hear a bowl falling onto the ground ....nah not glass one ...steel ones ...the only person who uses steel utensils to cook in our italian house is ...
* I gulp slowly turning my head*...I find her wearing a kitchen apron and cooking gloves ...hair tied in a updo ...sweaty forehead ..exhausted lines on her neck ....i realise...she's the one who cooked that ... amazing lasagna ...I'm sure my tongue is the problem...after a good 3 minute staring competition...she finally breaks the silence placing her gloves so softly on the island that they made resound...
" Pathetic excuse huh? ..." She grits nodding her head...I take a step back shaking my head .. " No tesoro ...I'm sure ...my tongue is the problem caramia" ..she takes a step front angrily with a ... devilish scowl " don't you dare blame your tongue...i know how skilled it is ...just admit that you hate my cooking... seriously? It took me hours to make this italian dish" she yells throwing her apron on me ...skilled tongue huh ...i stifle a laugh making her glare more " what's so funny huh?" ...she grits and takes few steps forward...i sigh and throw her gloves towards her
