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“Maybe”

“Then I’m in”

My bed is light and

I stretch o to find nothing but cold sheets and folded piece of paper

Dinner 6PM, I’ll pick you up

I’ the events froh

My head is swi for hireement

Still, even knowing this is wrong, that I should just hustle through this deal and rid myself of Gio, I still want him

I want hi

Hi on repeat in my head

You deserve better than that

What did I deserve? Was it him?

Was Gio DelGado, a fucking gangster, going to treat me the way I deserved?

My thighs ached thinking about his kiss, the way he parted ood, hoas the sex going to be?

Yeah, I fucking want him