I've been sat in Valentinos office all day.
Hes been sat there looking at the same bag of cocaine for 30 minutes.
"Valentino just measure the bag. It's been 30 minutes." I say, amused at his attempt to decipher whatever is wrong with it.
"No.." his voice is thick with an italian accent "this is not the cocaine I ordered. This is... salt."
"Salt?" I laugh
"Sì" he frowns, pours the ENTIRE bag onto the desk before him, and begins creating a line.
"I'll prove it." He scoffs.
"Valentino snorting salt is dange-" oh shit. He did it.
Does he know snorting salt is stupid?
"I was correct. It has the same burn but this hurts alot more." He says.. squinting his eyes and coughing rapidly.
I jump up and hit his back repetitively.
His coughs soon turn to laughter "what are you doing, elizabeth?"
"You could have died!"
He just smiles and plants a kiss on my lips.
Pushing his glasses up, he sits back down.
Ugh gosh I'm in love with men and glasses.
The golden round ones with the black tops...
"Hey.. can I go out?" I ask
"Go out where?" He asks, giving me half the attention while he measures the other real cocaine little bags.
"I dont know.. I think I'm gonna just go to the park and read or something."
"I'm 21.. remember? Not old as fuck like you."
He perks up and flashes his eyes towards me his jaw slightly opened.
"I'm 24 not 44."
"24 going on 44.." I mumble.
"What did you say? And yeah, you can go out."
"Good because if you didnt let me, I'd go ballistic because no man will tell me when I can and cannot go out." I smile before turning around and exiting his office.
I forgot I was in his creepy ass workplace.
It's not the constant mafia men walking around with guns showing, or the boxing ring with people cutting each other up in a fight that creeps me out .
It's the screams from downstairs.
I'm pretty sure theres either serious orgies going on or it's a massive torture chamber. I got bets on both.
Making my way out, I get a shock from my wedding ring and my phone pings at the same time.
"I'm watching you, diavolo." -Unknown
Unknown my ASS.
I walk out and call an uber.
Might go to the mall... I'm not sure.
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"AHHH BABYGIRLL!! I MISSED YOU!" Natashca squeals, pulling me into a hug.
"Is my dog still okay?"
"girl googlemail is fine, she been with her auntie"
"So anyways, who was that... husband of yours."
Wouldn't she like to know?
"Its a long story."
"I like long stories, but its okay. Let's go shopping first!"
We squeal in unison and immediately head to Victoria's Secret.
"I think I'm going go get some new bras. Mine are starting to going grey." I say... laughing awkwardly after .
"I got you girl. Follow me!" She giggles.
I smile but it quickly fades as she takes me to Ann Summers instead.
"No." I say, flat out. Valentino wont like this.
"Ughh come on... we need lingerie in our lives." She groans pulling me into the store.
I enter and my phone pings almost immediately, its probably Twitter or something.
"Ooh! Natashca babe, this orange would look so sexy on you!" I pick up a lingerie that's connected from the bra to thong with a hoop on the stomach.
She smile and puts it in her basket.
"Look what I found. I know you and your man are freakkyy so I think this will suit you. "
She pulls out a red lacey thong, with matching red fish nets, and a bra with a silky design on the front.
Oh definitely.
My phone pings again... and again... and again ...
"Answer your phone, trust me last time I didnt we lost Nate. I'm now without dealer and bestfriend."
I pull it out and its Valentino.
Where are you?
Found you.
What are you doing in there?
I'm coming to get you in 10 minutes. We have to go.
"Oh shit! Valentino is coming to get me in 10 minutes."
"You really let him boss you around like that?"
"Oh girl you have no idea."
We checkout our lingerie but as we exit the store I bump into someone.
valentino will be so-
Oh my god.
My stomach does these little flips, I can't explain what I'm feeling right now..
Valentino will be so fucking pressed...
It's my crazy motherfucking-drug-dealing-crazy-ex-boyfriend.
Oh my god.
Valentino...
"lizza... I've missed you."
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