all of his attention is on her no matter how he feels about her.
He don't want to like her
He don't want to want her
He don't want to love her.
But she wants all of him. Will he let her?
the only two problems to say she thinks he hates her, little...
Don't ask me why I'm going, maybe I can ask about Hannah. I looked everywhere for a Hannah and I haven't found a thing, but in the end, I stop even looking for an answer.
I don't want to hurt myself with the answer, but that wasn't really the reason I was avoiding him. Yes I am upset that he called out to someone else but that could have been a mistake, I'm a little scared to have a whole conversation with him when he told me things about his family.
I can only take so much trauma, mines are enough so hearing he is like enduring it. But I didn't endure it he did and that hurts me.
"Good, we come to get you later." He says, stepping away from me. I nod letting out a deep breath as he walked out.
Oh, this is gonna be fun.
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Taking my straightener bumping the ends of my ponytail, making sure my ponytail was slick. If I keep straightening my hair, it's gonna end up dead. I might cut it all off after another mental breakdown.
"You look beautiful." I jump slightly looking back at Giovanni. How the hell does he get into my apartment?
"How did you get in here?" I asked, looking at my dress through the mirror.
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"I own the building." I rolled my eyes at his response. If I wasn't mistaken I thought his father owns the building, well he is twenty and I understand he gets the company after college.
"Hm, are you ready?" I eyed him up in down taking in his appearance, the nice fitted suit he was wearing. The top buttons were undone showing the chain on his chest.
His hair gel back, with a fresh shave face. Overall he looks like he steps out of a magazine, considering I seen him in one once or twice.
He looked down at his watch, walking towards me wrapping his hands around my waist. The familiar butterflies I get whenever he touches me, went crazy around my stomach.
His hands hover over my waist, gripping them into his lower half, I missed him so much, how the hell have I been avoiding him?
"I don't think we should go." Giovanni hovers over my neck, his breath hitting my neck giving me goosebumps.
"Why not?" I asked the obvious question, I don't think I can keep my hands to myself this evening.
And I don't think he can either.
"I want nothing more to have this dress... on my floor. Hm, We do need to make up for all the time we missed, pretty girl." He whispers.
Oh god, I have never been so attracted to his voice, when he calls me that new little nickname. It makes my panties drenched.
