tattoo boy

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Vinnie's POV ☆ |

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Valentine's day. The day of love.

I think today is the day I say that I...love you to Angelica, face to face so she can fully hear me.

As I stepped into my room, wrapping the towel around my lower half, there was a knock.

"she's here already?" I mumbled, walking to the door still in my towel.

Except when I sprung the door open, it was Danica in a closed-up black silk coat.

"Danica." I neutrally greeted her.

"Vinnie." she blandly greeted back.

"I was going through my things and I found this. I want to drop it off, then say hi to Anastasia." she walked past me smelling of a heavy fragrance to cover up her cigarette smell and a gift bag in her hand.

I closed my door, watching her leave the gift bag on my counter then run off to find Anastasia.

Groaning, I drifted to the gift basket that looked to have something valuable inside but then I heard her shout, "VINNIE WHAT'S WRONG WITH ANASTASIA?"

I quickly ran to find the pair but to my surprise Anastasia was fine. She was sitting on my bed and seemed bothered by Danica's sudden rise in her voice. Unfortunately, my eyes left Anatasia and noticed Danica's change of appearance. Her legs were now exposed and she wore underwear that matched her nude skin.

"Are these cuffs? Damn ur kinky." Danica bent over to pick up the handcuffs that I forgot to put away.

I looked away, covering my eyes at the amount of exposed skin and respect to both myself and Ang. Only when I heard her throw them back to the spot they were originally din, did I uncover my eyes.

" we're not going through this again. If I ignored your text, why didn't you get a clue?" I sighed throwing her jacket back to her and looking away.

"I'm surprised you didn't block me," She smirked.

"I should've, but this isn't cute Danica." I rolled my eyes throwing her coat at her.

"Neither is being in a towel and not letting me see the rest-come on Vinnie. I know you were mad at me but haven't we resolved? make-up sex?" she threw her coat on the floor again, now standing closer to me.

"Why don't you spend time with your affair?"

"Vinnie, he's dead." she sighed,

oops,

but then, she started laughing.

"you're so easy to fool. No, he's alive and well, but I want you, Vinnie. Just fuck my brains out already." she stepped closer, now in my bubble.

Her fingers traced a heart on my chest, meanwhile the other rested on the tiny tip of my towel. she grinned, looking up at me, trying to make a move.

"no Danica." I moved farther away from her, placing a gap in our space. My stomach felt weird, and Anastasia fleed out of the room.

"fine." her grin dropped and showed no emotion. "it's because of that...bitch. I'll kill her, or better yet," Danica said with a spice of hatred in her voice.

"Vinnie-" she moaned out very loudly. A smile cracked as she threw her hands through her hair and jumped on MY bed.

"fuck-fuck-fuck," Danica faked an orgasm, shaking and making faces.

I stood there, not reacting to the attention she was craving, but then something dropped outside the door.

when I opened the door, there stood angelica with a single tear down her cheek.