A sudden ring of the doorbell caused me to jolt upwards, and snap out of my thoughts.
"Who could that be?" I murmured.
I made my way back inside, off of my balcony, and to the living room. I was surprised when I was greeted by Jasmine, a friends-with-benefits of mine. She had wild black curly hair, a slim, petite body, and she was busty. She looked like a living Barbie doll.
"Jasmine?" I commented, stunned. "What are you doing here?"
"You left the door open," she shrugged sarcastically. "So I thought I might as well invite myself inside."
I rolled my eyes, amused.
"Jheez, talk about respect for privacy," I muttered condescendingly.
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Forbidden Fruit: A Dark Mafia Love Triangle Romance
言情Arturo Abruzzi tore the world apart to find the woman that he loved, who mysteriously disappeared without a trace. Feeling empty without her. Cold. Numb. Hollow. Feeling like he was better off dead. Better off six feet under the fucking ground. And...
