"Bad Girls don't get what they want,
especially when they don't ask nicely." ____________________________________________
"You have no idea what I am capable of, and I assure you that you will not like it. I suggest you not underestimate me. The sec...
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Ariella Diego
Why the fuck does my pillow feel so comfortable? Why the fuck does it smell of some manly scent and not me? Anyways I like this scent. What is a man doing in my bed? Am I dying? Too lazy to open my eyes and see the whatever the fuck.
Bitch you are asleep on the couch with Chris.
Oh, that's why I smell manly musky sce- WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY?
BITCH YOU ARE ASLEEP ON THE COUCH WITH CHRIS.
I open my one eye, seeing Chris all awake looking at me with freshened eyes and then I open my both eyes as I let out a yelp almost falling off the couch as I look at him with wide eyes.
''Careful, amore,'' he says and I feel him grab my thigh as his another arm which was wrapped around my waist for preventing me from falling. Did he just- oh he did not call me amore.
You look like a chubby tomato.
At least I can look like something, you look like a bloody veiny walnut.
This is the worst way I have been insulted in.
Oh really, now fuck off.
Bitch, go fuck yourself.
Too lazy to do that.
''Amore, are you alright?'' he snaps me out of my little trance.
''Oh- uh- yeah, of course I am okay, I mean alright,'' I stumble over my words and he pulls me back on the sofa. Shit now, why did I have to have a word vomit.
I told you to refer it as blabbering.
Shut up and fuck off.
His eyes bore into mine as I feel my cheeks heat up even more than before as he nuzzles his face into my neck and my hands unconciously nuzzling even more to get comfortable.
''Good morning, cuero mio,'' he whispers in the crook of my neck and his breath hits that one spot on my neck as I suck in a sharp breath replying to him.
''Morning,'' I say shortly cause if I say something else, I guess I might have a word vo- she might start blabbering again.
''Am I making you nervous, cuero mio?'' he asks as he places a small kiss on that one spot where his breath was hitting just moments ago and I clench my jaw lightly as I answer him.
''No, not at all. It's just—it's just that I am not used to waking up to someone else,'' I say in a small voice as I lightly pull away from him and get off the couch and run a hand through my hair, well the nest I have on my head cause it's all messed up.
I get off the couch and look for my phone, seeing it's on silent as I see a missed call from Emily and my mail box flooded with 68 mails.
