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Shoot him Sugar

"And I'm afraid I'll miss you forever"

It will state it, but for those who might get confused, every other chapter is a past chapter, giving you an insight into their past and how they met

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It will state it, but for those who might get confused, every other chapter is a past chapter, giving you an insight into their past and how they met.

{ Lucian }

"glupaya yeblya pizda" I mumbled, unable to put up with Chaol's shit anymore
[Stupid fucking cunt]
Chaol Moreno was a business associate, one I hated to do business with
So I sat there, glass in hand and eyes set on the idiot in front of me as I listened to his incessant whining.

"They were my docks to use, not Phoenix's" he said agitated.
Fuck sake
"Yeah well... not anymore" I said simply
He was failing recently, he wasn't paying his dues and Phoenix was. Simple as that.

"You can't just cut me off" He shouted, standing up and slamming his fist on the table to make his point.
I stared up at him, wondering who the fuck he thought he was shouting at me.

I was stopped from replying however at the sounds of heels resonating throughout the club, I turned my attention to the stairs behind Chaol
And I felt a smile tug at my lips. She was back.
It's been a month since I've seen her and she looks fucking gorgeous.

My little Vixen.
Dressed in a tight little number that showed off every curve of her godly body
Her toned legs on show and just begging me to touch them.

{ Vivienne's Outfit }

"I wouldn't shout at my sugar if I were you" her soft angelic voice echoed Her Italian accent thick and unworldly Chaol turned and his face fell at the sight of my baby

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"I wouldn't shout at my sugar if I were you" her soft angelic voice echoed
Her Italian accent thick and unworldly
Chaol turned and his face fell at the sight of my baby.
Still jealous I see.
She strutted past him without batting an eyelid, and took her place on my lap, right where she belongs.

"Miss me?" She asked, her arms winding round my neck as she dotted kisses over my jaw
I kept my face impassive, refusing to give anything away in front of these morons.
"Mhmm" I hummed against her neck as she stared down Chaol.

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