Art of the Ladydick: The Donna's Love

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v o t e + c o m m e n t

Camilla stormed into the double doors of bedroom in nothing but her favorite La Perla ivory silk robe and her cup of the best Italian espresso in her hand. After the rather informative breakfast she had with Hailey without Giada. Camilla desperately needed to speak to Giada. "What did you do to him?" Camilla asked, finding the nearest seat in Giada's room to finish her espresso while she conducted her interrogation.

Giada came out of her walk-in closet in a simple camisole mini dress. Her face was fresh and bare of any reminisce of makeup; hair curled back to its natural state as she laid the last piece of her outfit down on her bed. "Do to who?" Giada asked Camilla, not sparing her a glance as she walked back into her closet to fish out her shoes.

"You know who," Camilla spoke up with a roll of her eyes, bringing her cup to her lips. Her eyes following Giada's every step, "Hailey said you were fucking her like a madwoman last night." Camila added,

"I was?" Giada asked, placing her heels on the floor as she looked over at Camilla.

Camilla rose her arched brow in question, "you honestly do not remember?"

Giada shrugged her shoulder nonchalantly as she found a seat on her bed. "All I remember was humiliating myself so badly in front of Niko that I ran," Giada sighed, "I did see him in a dream, though," she adds,

"How you have no recollection of the rest of the night is beyond me," Camilla said, "but as I asked before, what did you do to him?" She smirks, crossing her glistening tan legs over each other, resting her cup on the table beside her chair.

"We fucked, and it was so out of this world—"

"Better than Giovanni?" Camilla interjects,

Giada could feel her face becoming hot by the memory alone, but that did not help the list of secrets she was keeping from Niko. Her being a futa could be a problem, but her being with his best friend more than once would overshadow everything completely. "Camilla, you cannot ever speak to anyone about that," Giada stressed,

"Obviously, because the guy that has always loved you never actually had you, but his best friend sure did get to you first." Camilla gave her eyes a roll; of course, she would never repeat the majority of the things that all three of the women have shared amongst one another since they became friends. Though, that did not mean Camilla couldn't have her fun of strolling down memory lane reminding Giada of her heathen ways.

"I regret that so much," Giada groaned, falling back onto her bed,

"You might have, but he didnt seem to," Camilla said, "one thing for sure is that if Niko ever finds out, he is as good as dead."

"Giovanni is a ladies man, and I am sure—"

"Hailey said that when they were dancing, all that they, or shall I say he, could seem to speak about is you." Camilla said, causing Giada to pick her body back up a bit from the bed. "And now that you are back, hopefully, he isn't a problem."

"He knows better," Giada said more so to herself than to Camilla. Giada did hope that Giovanni valued his life. Sure, Giada had a massive crush on Giovanni when they were younger and never realized her true feelings for Niko until Giada moved out of the country. When Giada and Giovanni saw each other again while he came to New York, dinner turned into a dirty fucking session in her bed. Giovanni was the second man she has ever been with sexually, and also who has seen her cock. Giovanni did not mind it. It gave Giovanni too much of a reason to travel to New York as much as he could.