When V moves away from Italy with her baby boy Angelo she lives a life full of drama, pain, heartbreak but also insanely good times. V wanted to get away from her life in Italy. Promising herself she'll do anything to keep her little angel safe. One...
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Groaning I make my way out of practice towards my car. Coach worked our asses off today, which doesn't fucking surprise me it's the same shit everyday. He's a pain in my Fucking ass, but I can't tell him that or he'll have my head, or make me run suicide laps. I won't deal with that shit again.
I'm knocked out of my daze when my dumb ass best friend jumps onto me "hey greybear, we're going to a party tonight" he points between the both of us. As I'm about to speak he cuts me off " ah, ah, ah, nope your going I don't care. I've heard all your excuses cupcake and I'm not putting up with it anymore". He slaps my shoulder, walking off towards the car.
I roll my eyes "bro I can't be fucked to go, I'm sick of these Fucking Jersey chasers throwing themselves at us" I get in the drivers seat of my car before pulling out the car park.
"Oh come on dude, you need to get laid , is that why you've been so cranky because you have a bad case of blue balls". Dylan laughs.
I huff slumping in my seat "no I do not have a case of blue balls. I just don't wanna go round fucking Jersey chasers, all they want is the fame and money that comes with football and a hot boyfriend on their arm" I grumble.
"Are you sure this isn't about the girl you bumped into at the cafe?" He gives me a knowing look.
I roll my eyes "nah bro, she just intrigued me. No woman has spoken to me like that before".
"Has my greybear got a crushhhh?" He sings.
"First of all don't call me fucking greybear. Second of all I don't have a crush, she was just different I guess". I slap the back of his head before paying attention to the road.
"Ah right. It's okay to have a crush bro, but whatever you say" he pats my shoulder before turning around and playing some stupid game on his phone.
I think back to the girl, no okay scrap that woman I met at the cafe. She was beautiful. She had these big doe eyes that seemed to have a lot of bottled up emotion. On eye was green and the other was blue. Wow, I'd never get bored of looking into her eyes. It's like looking out to the ocean. Her cute little button nose resting on her face, with freckles dotting across it and a few on her rosy cheeks. Her pink, full pouty lips.
God. I'd love those lips round my dic- Okay. Grey get your head out of the gutter. Now is not the time.
She's different unlike every other women I've met. She didn't throw herself at me like other women did. Everywhere I go I'm stared at like a piece of meat, girls view me as an object and think I'll be theirs. But her, she's different, a good different. She's like a breath of fresh air.
Her toned long legs, her round perky ass. Wow, she just gives men an instant boner. She is a little bit on the skinny side, but hey I'm not one to judge. All women are beautiful. She didn't look at me like a piece of meat, she looked at me as if I was a an asshole which isn't any better.
