I felt a light nudge on my shoulder, but I assumed it was just my imagination, so I flipped the other direction and snuggled deeper into the warm duvet. Then a sharp pain on my bum made me shoot up and yelp. Momma started snickering, so I lightly smacked her arm then crossed my arms and looked the other way. "I'm sorry baby, but we have a plane to catch," Momma tried reasoning, and it worked. I bounced off of the bed and shot into my closet. WE ARE GOING TO PARIS!!!
I walked out in a black PINK skirt, a Valentino pastel pink sweater, and a matching black choker. I strutted over to my jewelry box and switched out all of my peircings. I had on all black tongue, eyebrow, septum, snake-bites, and cheekbone peircings. I looked down at my apple watch and decided it was time to drive my motorcycle to our private jet. I called Momma and let her know I was on my way and left.
I kicked my motorcycle to life and raced down the street to our mini airport.
The plane cranked up and started to smoothly go down the runway and before I knew it, we were high in the air! I turned on my beats and put them carefully over my ears. It's going to be a long ride, so I might as well get comfy... Paris, here I come...
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RomanceWARNING MDLG content Deep Fluff She doesnt know how it's so easy. Dating a woman in the Mafia. She is spoiled rotten and is treated like a queen, and she thought life with her would be difficult!
