Italian Coffee House [BWWM]

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Hey Rom-Cubs,

This is my newest book. YES! I have a wild imagination and a lot of ideas. I just found my piece of paper crumple on the floor the other day. I wrote the draft for this book years ago and I just thought you guys could use another romance.

Tell me what you make of Dari and Niccolo so far.

Here's my cast:

Lauryn Hill as Adaramola "Dari" John

David Gandy as Niccolò "Nick" Casimiro

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Enjoy! XD I know I did.

- Ang

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Niccolo's Chocolate House

Chapter One

*Dari*

"Dara, you are such a sweetheart." Papa smiled sadly as I helped him from the shower to the bedroom in our one-bedroom apartment. "You didn't have to do that!"

"I love you, Papa." I laughed despite myself. I love my papa and I would go to great lengths to ensure his comfort. I dried him off with a towel before dressing him in his pajamas and tucking him into bed, making sure he was ok. "She's a good one papa. I just hope you don't scare her off with all your flirting. Food may be a bit scarce for a while but I will work extra hard. She's outside ok. I'm going to call her in."

"Josie," I peeked my head out into the empty hallway. Josie, the sweet blonde caretaker, stepped timidly along the hall as she made her way towards us.

"Thank you so much for this. I can not thank you enough."

"Not at all." Josie blushed shyly as I urged her into the room.

"Papa, this is Josie." I glanced at my papa, only to find him waving at her with a wide smile on his face. "This is my papa, Jaden John."

"You can call me JJ," Papa said, winning a chuckle from Josie.

"I'm sorry if he's a little too flirtatious. Once he gets his medication, he'll sleep like a baby."

"Hey, I'm still right here," Papa replied, coaxing a chuckle from me.

"It's alright. I don't mind," Josie replied. "I find the elderly refreshing."

"Hey, like wine, I get better with age," Josie and I erupted in laughter at my papa's comment. 

Yes, my papa could be a real charmer.

"I made food for papa. It's in the fridge and if he asks you for that cursed energy drink, don't give it to him." I sat at his bedside, placing a kiss at his temple.

"One, my heart dost love the light. Two, the light that guides my heart. Three, when day turns to night my heart among the shiny stars."

I raised my hand from on his chest as he removed his hand from my face. It was our secret handshake. I was his light and he was my heart.

Mama left us when I was ten. Shortly after Papa was coming home to me when a car ran the red light running full speed into his car. He'd sustained only minor injuries with the exception of a strained hamstring. Our neighbour at the time, Ms. Alice, a very nice middle-aged woman, brought me to the hospital.