Fun fact:You can orgasm in your sleep.
Wow-
𝗘𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗮'𝘀 𝗣𝗢𝗩~
"Night my amore" (my love)
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The light sun peaks through the blinds of the window. I turn over to the opposite side of the pillow not wanting the sun in my eyes.
I wriggle around when I feel a movement behind me. I quickly turn my head around, squinting when the sun hits my eyes. I see Leo nuzzling his face into my neck.
I groan at my pounding head. I try and slide out from Leo's tight grip on me. I place a pillow where I am and wiggle out of his grip. I suck in a breath at the soreness between my legs but shake it off and continue walking.
I open the door to the bedroom and slowly walk downstairs to get a glass of water and some Advil. I reach up to the cupboard trying to get a glass. My fingers barley touch it.
Why does everything have to be so high up.
I jump up and grab the glass but it vilifies with a vase in the corner causing it to wobble around and fall onto the hard floor.
Wait why would there be a random vase in a cupboard?
The vase smashes straight into the floor and something falls out of it. My eyebrows scrunch together. I move the large piece of pot that covers the object.
A gun?
I shrug my shoulders and put it back into the cupboard. I pick up the larger bits of vase and put them on counter, hoping Leo won't be mad that I smashed a vase.
I grab the glass and fill it with water from the tap.
I bend down, opening the cupboard, my hand lands on the Advil box. I open it up and pop a pill into my mouth, taking a gulp of water and swallowing it.
I place the glass back down on the counter and walk to the bathroom downstairs.
I do my business, flushing the toilet and washing my hands. I grab the white towel, drying my hands and leave the bathroom.
I walk back into the kitchen and grab my book that I left on the couch. I hear a faint sound from behind me. I shrug it off thinking it was Leo.
I pick up the book of the couch and walk back to the kitchen.
"Damn no wonder boss wants her. Look at her man. That ass" I quickly spin around in panic, two men stand there both looking at me up and down. Masks in their faces, all black clothing.
"Shit" I whisper. One of the men point there gun at me aiming to shoot me.
I quickly run behind the counter causing him to shoot the glass of water I was going to drink 5 seconds ago. My heart starts to pound in my chest.
Fuck.
What do I do.
I reach my hand up onto the counter abs grab the smashed bits of vase. I hold it to my chest while my breathing becomes rapid.
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