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"You wouldn't shoot me."
"And why is that? Because I'm a woman?" I raised an eyebrow.
"Exactly, you..." Before he could finish the sentence, my finger press the trigger and the bullet flew out of the guns head. It hit him in the s...
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"Good morning." Francesco greeted me with a smile. He held a cup in his hand and was leaning against the kitchen counter. His hair was slightly wet, and he wore plain sweatpants with a black T-shirt that was too tight.
If I wasn't angry with him, I would enjoy this view.
Whom you lie to Amira, you enjoy it anyway.
I do not!
"Why did I wake up naked in bed?" I know the answer. Unfortunately, I remember everything from yesterday. I really shouldn't drink anymore. I'm not doing well.
I folded my arms across my chest and looked at him seriously. He could also walk here naked, and I wouldn't forgive him.
It's not nice to lie to yourself Amira.
Die.
I'm you, I can't.
"Let's just say," he snapped from the counter and set down his cup, "that we had a really beautiful night." He came to me with a smile on his face and reached for me, but I grabbed his hand and threw it away.
"Don't test me." I spoke.
"You were the one who undressed. Without my help." He put his hands in a defensive gesture with a laugh. "I swear."
"Lydia called." I said. He didn't lie, but that doesn't mean everything is fine. "She's fine, and she tells you that if you don't call her, she'll kill you." I looked at him with a serious look. I'm not in the mood for jokes or anything like that today.
I feel like someone hit me in the head with a hammer and my legs will break at any moment. The room is still spinning slightly, but I'm used to it. It happens.
"All right." He chuckled as he put his hands in his pockets. "What the hell..." His smile dropped and his hand flew to my hair. He pushed them away and pulled the T-shirt slightly off my shoulder. Just above the collarbone there was a hickey. "Who gave it to you?" I pulled away from him and fixed my T-shirt. I tossed my hair back on my shoulder.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Of course I know what he's talking about.
After my meeting with Dominic yesterday, I went to the bathroom and did not return for the next half hour. He found me somewhere in the bathroom with a guy. I'm 53% sure his name was Roman. He left me a small gift, both on my neck and on my collarbone. I forgot about it until Francesco mentioned it. Why would I even remember? It didn't matter.
"You know very well what I'm talking about. Who made you that hickey?" He pointed at it with a pretty angry look. I swear he looks like he wants to tear my shirt to pieces and show me what's on my body.
"Why do you even care?" I looked at him confused. One day we argue and we're ready to kill each other, and the next day he is causing a jealouse scene.
