^^^VERY Rare picture of London actually looking nice✋🏽.
Also My exams just got cancelled.
I swear I'm not crying.
Lol.
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"Do you have to clear your throat every five seconds?" He chuckles irritating me.
"Fuck you! I was already over thinking that and you had to point it out." I fold my arms mortified.
I'm blindfolded.
The kinky fuck blindfolded me.
"Where are we now?" I ask agitated.
"The same place we were 20 seconds ago Sienna." I know he's smirking.
"Fuck it, I'm taking it off I have to much anxiety for this shit!" I complain lifting my arm up.
He grips it before I can reach the blindfold startling me and places it back on my lap before removing his had.
That was kind of hot though.
We eventually come to a long awaited stop and I hear the engine turn off.
"What do I do?" I ask waving my hands around the place like a mad women.
"Sienna you look like a duck stop it." Dominico tells me.
"Where are you?" I flap them around more vigorously and accidentally hit his face.
"Shit, this you?" I tap it kind of hard.
I then start moving my hands aggressively around his features.
Of course I knew it was him. I think?
"No it's Diego." He replies sarcastically.
I scream jumping back, hitting my head on the roof of the car.
"Fine take the blindfold off, you're a lot harder to handle like this." He shakes his head.
Pulling it off, "I'll have you know, I am very low maintenance."
He gets out of the car ignoring my stupidity and walks over to my side before opening the door and helping me out.
"What are we doing here?"I ask inspecting the streets of central London.
I come across a sign that says 'Oxford street'.
"You'll see." He smiles throwing his jacket over me due to my constant shivering.
The place was crowded, it made me anxious but what did I care, after all I hate people anyway.
We eventually turned a corner on a busy street and he led me to a grande building that towered high, was covered in glass windows and held an intimidating atmosphere.
As soon as I walked in, suspicion devoured me not to mention fear.
He's going to kill me because of the video, isn't he?
Oh my god. Sienna D'Angelo can NOT go down in history like that.
'Death by Male species'
No thank you that is embarrassing.
I analysed the place and Dom didn't say a word. We travelled to the top floor via the elevator and made no conversation.
Awkward was an understatement.
After reaching it, I had come to the realisation that the whole place was empty.
Great to point out the obvious Sienna.
Our footsteps echoed due to the marble floor as the spacious room and the questions became to much.
"Dom, what are we doing here?" I ask once again.
He doesn't answer but continues walking towards a single desk by a window that covered the entire wall.
The view was like nothing I had ever seen, it caught my eye and for a second I forgot about what I had been so adamant to figure out.
My mind quickly snapped back into reality though I truly was mesmerised by the beauty in front of me.
Not him.
He seats himself on the chair behind the desk and stares at me, fierce and intimately.
"So my gift is you taking me to a random building and fucking me on a desk?" I ask.
I was serious.
Not that I would complain.
He smirks, "that could be arranged but no." Eyeballing down bringing my attention to a stack of papers laying on the desk which causes me to wander how I had been so blind to them before.
Cautiously I approach it scanning my eyes through the booklet and across the pages before my mouth hangs wide open in shock.
"It's mine?" I ask both ecstatic and curious.
Linguini bought me a fucking building?
Oh my god, I feel like a bad bitch business women.
He nods enjoying my burst of excitement.
"Wait. What the fuck do I do with it?!" I ask almost killing the moment.
"Anything amore mio." (My love). He tells me.
"Wait no this is too much. I can't." I say suddenly feeling anxious.
Girl you're rich.
My guess is that he expected that reaction because I didn't expect what happened next.
"Can i get vulnerable?" He asks.
It broke my heart at how hard those words were to say for him.
I nod.
"Sienna I've fucked up, so many times and I have done shit that would make you look at me differently if you knew. Despite me being the biggest prick in the world you've stuck by me and you have pushed me to do everything that I've done.
Doing what I had to do here was the hardest thing in my life and the only thing that kept me sane was you." He begins.
He's leaving all the blank spaces that I've been dying to come to the bottom of.
Why is he here? What did he do?
But I ignore them and listen to him and what he's trying to tell me.
"I know you don't notice it but I see how you work and I see how you think. I know that you're tired of just existing in the shadows of the Mafia. You are a Mafia Princess but you're the type of person that loves to be running shit.
So here, I'm giving you some shit to run.
Be a bad bitch or whatever you call yourself." He smirks giving me a pen to sign the papers with.
I hesitate but remember who the fuck I am.
A lazy bitch, a regular bitch, I'm also a fat bitch but like he said the baddest bitch tops them all.
I take it out of his hand and sign my name, well I signed 'Sienna D'Angelo motherfuckers' but it was close enough.
"It's boss bitch actually." I smirk throwing the contract on the desk.
God he's so hot yet all he's doing is sitting in a chair.
"I like that look on you." He tells me leaning forward.
"What look?" I question confused.
"Power." He edges closer towards my making a mark on my lips with his.
"I've always had power." I raise my eyebrow at him.
"Yet you don't seem to use it." He mutters challenging me.
As soon as they left mine I felt deprived, I wanted more and so did he, I could tell.
I pulled him back to me and his smirk grew larger next to mine.
Our lips didn't touch but they hung close to each other.
"Didn't you tell me to fuck you on a desk?" He asks.
"No, I asked a question." I smugly reply back.
"You look good on top of it though." He smirks.
"I know." I smile jumping off the desk and walking past him abnormally close.
Wait I kind of regret that.
It's fine, I can hold my desires for him.
I think.
I'm probably lying.
I grab his jacket off the chair and threw it over my shivering shoulders, "Are you coming?"
"Mhm." He grunts following behind.
He's annoyed. I like it.
...
"So, when did you start dancing?" He questions breaking the silence.
What?
We're in the car now. I hate being in a car with him not to mention the fact that I think he is drunk.
Yes! Kill me with your intoxicated self.
It's an epic statement of love.
"I don't dance." I reply still confused at his previous question.
"Not even in Strip clubs? Dressed as Santa? On videos that happen to have 4 million views on Instagram?" He sarcastically asks.
Ok so, point me towards the door.
Right, if I jump now I'll just end up on the highway in front of incoming traffic.
Sounds brilliant!
Safer than here!
"I don't know what you're talking about." I shake my head in denial.
COMPLETE DENAIL.
He casually pulls out the video, "so this isn't you?" Whilst his eyes are still plastered on the road.
"Nope, I don't know who that girl is." I refuse to even look at the phone shifting my head the other way.
"Really? I think she's kind of fine." He shrugs putting the phone back.
"Really? I heard she shoots mafia Dons in the dick?" I reply sarcastically.
He chuckles making eye contact with me, "you seem to have an obsession with my dick? If you want me to fuck you just say it."
Oh my.
Why did he look into my eyes like that?
Was he always this fucking intimidating?!
"When I want you to fuck me, I'll let you know. Ok love?" I raise my eyebrow at him.
Just to be clear, I don't.
Sienna there is literally no one to lie to.
Ok maybe I do.
But he doesn't need to know that.
"Dominico." I break the silence and sexual tension.
"Hmm." He replies.
"Merry Christmas." I realise that I am yet to actually say the words to him despite our extravagant gift giving.
"It's actually Boxing Day." He corrects me.
"What the fuck is that?" I raise an eyebrow at him.
Does that mean I get to beat him up?
"Apparently the day after Christmas, British people go on mass shopping sprees." He informs me.
"Sounds great, could we buy new identities to hide from my father?" I smile sarcastically.
"We can buy a stripper pole so you can practice your dancing." He smirks impulsively.
I hate him.
I'm going to strangle his balls.
Eventually, my body begins to grow tired and my eyes flutter trying to close themselves while i fight the urge to fall asleep.
"You can get some rest you know? You look exhausted." He tells me analysing me instead of the damn road.
"I don't want to." I reply bluntly.
He looks confused, "why not?"
"Because suddenly I can't bare the thought of being without you and when I'm in my head you're not there." I admit.
It's the alcohol.
Sienna you haven't even drunk.
"I'll be here when you wake up every time." He informs me staring in awe.
"Promise." I ask.
He clutches his pinky in mine, "I promise."
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If you don't take pinky promises seriously i am concerned.
Also sorry for disappearing. I am a sad, tired and depressed student lmao.
I promise I'll try and be quicker with the updates.
Be safe
Until next time,
Enjoy xo