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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...
He changed his mind. The man I was supposed to marry changed his mind. He doesn't want me as a wife. This morning I was waiting for him in front of the house with a packed bag. His servant came and told me that his master was no longer interested in my hand. I did not know what to do. The lady of the house told me that she was excited that her daughter would continue to study with me. I can't say I mind. I'm happy to be here. Vern is, too, but why am I here? What was wrong with me since he changed his mind? I don't think I did anything bad, but I can't be sure. If it's my fault, I need to change it. I have to make a deal for Vern to live a happy life. And I don't care if I make that deal with the devil.
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"You look frustrated." I leaned against the door frame and folded my arms across my chest until I stared at Francesco, who was walking around the room, tossing everything upside down. It wasn't my plan to say something because that would make him stop doing whatever the hell is he doing. He looked too good to stop. "Did you lose anything?" I laughed. I began to worry slightly when he didn't answer me. "Francesco?"
"I'm looking for my shirt. I have to get dressed." He finally spoke. "The white one." My eyes slowly fell on the shirt he was looking for. I've had it on me for like an hour. "Have you seen," he looked up at me and stopped "it." He finished. "Amira Devlin. Does it seem to me or are you wearing the shirt I've been looking for over half an hour?" He slowly got up from the ground.
"No." I laughed nervously and tried to hide it under my hands, which was just absurd.
"Unbelievable." He laughed and started walking towards me. I pushed away from the door and straightened up. When he was with me, he grabbed my face. "You have one luck that you're my..."
"Girlfriend?" I added to his sentence.
"Exactly." He smiled and joined our lips in a kiss. I wandered slowly over my bare chest until I came across the belt of his pants. "I really have to go." He said in a kiss.
I exhaled in frustration and pulled away from him. "You're going to have to make up for this." I said with a serious expression.
"Is that supposed to be a punishment or a reward?" He frowned.
"You should leave before I go to the shower." I ran my finger over his chest. "Or you can just join." I smiled.
"I think," he reached for his shirt on me and slowly began to unbutton the buttons, "that you should take Lydia and go shopping." He unzipped the shirt and took it off. I only stood in front of him in my underwear. "Buy something for the evening." He put on his shirt and began to fasten it.
"Evening? What's going on tonight?" I looked at him confused. Please tell me no one has a birthday. Please tell me I haven't forgotten anyone.
"We're going on a date."
"Francesco Moretti, you're taking me on a second date this week. I should probably start taking this relationship seriously." I punched him in the shoulder with my fist.
