tattoo boy

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Angelica's POV ☆ |

"What about your parents?" He asked.

"I've only got myse-"

"Oh you don't have to" Vinnie interrupted but I continued.

-Vinnie's POV ☆ |

"it's okay, really. Two years ago on Christmas, they were driving out to see my brand new apartment but got in a terrible car accident. My dad survived but my mom died on the scene. When my dad got out of the hospital he was clearly depressed, I never took time to spend with him because he always shooed me away or yelled at me. One day while at my old tattoo shop, I got a call that my father committed. I-I was so angry at him for leaving me, but it's fair because I already left him." She explained so emotionless Trying to fake a smile while fidgeting with her nails.

I thought she was the strongest woman in the world. She lost her parents two years ago but she still smiles and tries her best.

She sniffed before clearing her throat and continuing to ask questions.

During the whole thing, I just wanted to hug and hold her. She still smiled and laughing throughout the conversation, but I still could sense that I brought up a morbid memory.

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Angelica's POV ☆ |

"Again, thank you so much, Vinnie. I'll see you
around." I waved as I walked back to my penthouse.

Gosh, what have I done to myself? Now he'll be in my mind 25/8. The way he kissed me made me feel faint. The pleasure was overtaking me and I just...

What have you done to me, Vinnie?

Once I finally got inside my apartment, I took a shower and all that good stuff. I decided to call Carma because we haven't really talked since last night.

"So, I agreed and we started to make out in his car. Long story short, he's a great kisser and I wouldn't mind having one or two of his kids." Carma winked at me.

Suddenly my notification went off and it was Vinnie.

"Who's texting you? Ou, it's big pimp daddy Vinnie, isn't it? Carma tried to embarrass me.

"Oh shut up. While I was at Vinnie's house I asked for his number. We exchanged numbers and he just texted me."

"YOU WERE AT HIS HOUSE?" Carma yelled in the mic, putting her face in the camera.

"Well, yea...Last night he took me to his place because I was a drunk mess. Then I embarrassed myself and the next morning was magical. I did fall ass-first off his bed but tried to prevent me from hitting his head. Apparently, I must've asked him to sleep in the room with me. But then something happened and...he gave me.." I picked my phone up to show her the hickies in between my breasts.

she sharply gasped before saying just about everything.

"HE SAW THE TATTOO?" She continued to yell in the mic with her face all in the camera still.

"yes..." I sighed, blushing a little.

"wooooooow. So have you thought about becoming active with him?" Carma's voice toned down and she sounded slightly serious.

My only worry is...what if im not ready? What if that actual moment comes where we can have sex and im not ready. What if I'm still too scared?

But his touch was so addicting. The way his soft lips touched my skin. The way he delicately held my head. The way he didn't agree when I wasn't sober. The way he had his own self-control. It was all so addicting and nothing I was used to.

"maybe." I began to smile at the thought.