"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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(THIS IS THE FIRST SMUT OF THIS BOOK AND YOU BETTER GIVE ME FEEDBACK MAMACITAS. I NEED A FUCKING FEEDBACK CAUSE ALL OF THIS IS UNEDITED CAUSE ME THE AUTHOR IS A LAZY ASS BITCH)
Ariella Diego
Have I ever told you that the worldwide famous dick-face Christopher Romano gets on my nerves?
You might have mentioned it a few times..
Dick-face made a deal with some company without informing me which a) is against the policies of our partnership, b) can ruin the stats for the companies at the time of year end and c) he should have at least mentioned it cause I strictly told no more contracts now till the year end is finished and the businessperson of the year is announced.
I am currently waiting for him, I texted him to get his ass back home, I haven't even changed, I am still in my office outfit and ready to curse the fuck out of him. It's like 11 PM right now and I am so fucking tired but that doesn't matter because I get to curse at him when he gets back.
And if you might wonder what I have in my hands at the current moment, is a handful of the spaghetti pasta or if you know what those noodle like sticks, let me know as well.
My whores were expecting a knife.
I would have used that but I want him to be annoyed, the best way to annoy an Italian is breaking the spaghetti in half and that's what I am going to do if he doesn't apologise, he finds me using a knife hot so it doesn't really makes sense.
You both are so twisted.
I haven't cooked in a long time, Lucas, the jackass used to make disgusting comments about my cooking and I stopped doing it since then. But as I want him pissed I might as well cook. I made the pasta sauce or whatever the fuck the liquid is and am literally dying while trying not to snap the spaghetti.
Since mum has arrived, a week ago, things have been dunno the right word, she tells me everything she remembers about me and some are embarrassing, she said she wants to live alone and I respect her decision so on my way to office, I pay her a visit.
I feel the door open as Chris strides in, looking hot as fuck but I am pissed so I am not mentioning that.
You just did but never mind, Mamacita.
''We need to talk,'' I say in a strict tone, as I place one arm on the countertop and the other secures the spaghetti firmly and he blinks at me and I give him a blunt stare. Dick-face we need to talk.
He gets the idea and takes his coat off and he fucking folds the sleeves of the fucking white shirt he has on and my thoughts wander off to how fucking hot his hands would look while holding me when he would thru- SHUT UP BITCH, YOU ARE PISSED.
Keep going, I am taking notes.
I clear my throat as he seats himself on a nearby chair and looks at me as I cross my arms giving him a glare. I lean my ass on the countertop and he looks at me all confused like he doesn't know what has got me this pissed.
