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It's friday. He is picking me up in twenty minutes so I have enough time to do a few touch ups until he's there.
I am sitting in front of my mirror while Eliana sits on top of my bed, surprisingly saying nothing for some minutes in a row. Is she alright?
The mirror is next to the bed so I just have to move my gaze a little to meet hers. She has a skeptical expression on her pretty face so I turn around on the floor and look at her.
"What?" Eliana keeps looking at me so I ask her again. "I don't know what to feel about this, Gigi." She's not okay with me and Keenan talking.
"You were the person that literally shoved me on top of him, made me hook up with him in the first place, searched him up in the internet and claimed he would be my soulmate. And now I'm not allowed to talk to him?"
Eliana gets down from my bed ans kneels in front of me, taking my hands in hers. "I just don't want you to get hurt. We promised each other to not let anything get close to us whenever a man calls us those names."
"I was just a little emotional that day, El. Nothing special. I will just talk to him. You're acting like I'll fall in love with him or something. That's ridiculous, Eliana. He's my professor."
She looks into my face and down my body. "Why are you wearing this when you are just going to 'talk'?" I am wearing a tight very revealing short dress. I won't tell her that his words actually affected me a little.
Maybe I just wanted to show him that I can also dress like a slut and not just behave like one. I know it's dumb. "Because it's new..."
She still doesn't look convinced. "Did you already eat?" Here she goes again. "We're going to a restaurant, El. I'll eat there."
"Don't you fucking lie to me, Gianna. We both know that you won't eat in front of him. You barely do it in front of your own family. We're worried about you."
Damn this woman for just not letting it go. "You want to say that my body looks unhealthy?" I'm starting to become nervous at her answer. Do I look unhealthy?
"No, Gigi. But we all know what your body looked like only a few years ago and what the consequences were. We don't want this to happen again.."
I understand her. I really do. So I grab her hands and pull her towards me to hug her. "I'll be fine. El. I promise. You just have to put a little trust in me. I'm on the right track, okay? Just give me some time."
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He's here. I'm walking out of the door and get in his Porsche 991. He watches me take a seat and looks at me intensely. From head to toes, he literally takes in every single detail of me. He licks his lips quickly and then looks into my face.
"Hey." He says with a smile on his face. "Hi." Keenan starts the car and drives out of our property, keeping his eyes on the street.
We don't talk a word with each ofher for the first time so I take the time and look at his car. I think you could already call it an oldtimer. "How did you get this one? 1995... must've been expensive."
Keenan looks at the car and then to me. "My dad once gave it to me. You know something about cars?" "My grandpa was obsessed with them. He always took my siblings and me to some car events. You suck up some things after some time. Why are you surprised?"
"I don't know... You're twenty-one. I didn't think that old timers or cars in general interest you." They actually don't. I just had a quick flashback of grandpa.
"Well you're thirty and also not really in the age to be interested i-" oh no. Oh no, Gianna you stupid thing. He never told me how old he is. And he must have realized that too.
"You know my age?" He asks. What am I going to say now? "I guessed." Keenan laughs out loud and looks to me with a knowing look. "Did you look me up on the internet?"
Deny. Deny. Deny, Gianna. "No, I- my sister did." Doesn't make it better. This is going to be so awkward now. But then it hit me. I turned my whole body to his and looked at him.
"Wait.. how did you even know where I live?" I never told him that. "Looked it up at the school register." Oh.
"Are you even allowed to do that?" I ask him just out of curiosity. "I am actually not..." he says and then suddenly places a hand on my tigh, catching me off guard. "Then I could probably blackmail you to give me better grades with this, right?"
He remains calm and squeezes my thigh lightly. "You wouldn't blackmail your favorite professor, would you?" He asks. "Well who says that Mr. Miller isn't my favorite prof?"
"Because..." he says as I feel him moving his hand up my dress until his fingertips brush my damp panties, making me whimper a little.
"because of this... And believe me, Gianna. If the principal would find out about what I did to you and what I plan on doing to you... the search in the register will be my smallest problem."
How does everything this man says sound so damn sexy?
"You look beautiful by the way." He adds before he says nothing anymore for the rest of the ride. We drove for about half an hour and are oitside of town to make the risk uf us being seen together smaller. But he definitely didn't choose a small restaurant.
This one looks very expensive...
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You can say what you want. But Keenan Romano is HOT AS HELL😌✋🏼
