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His first mistake was letting her go
Hers was taking him back
Four years after Alessio had Karma relocated to London, she returns.
Karma returns to New York after a failed engagement and cheating ex. Hoping for a fresh start back in her old sto...
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Alessio De'Luca
Her smile was amazing.
Her smile lit up my whole heart.
Her smile made me cherish every time I woke up and lived to see another day.
Her smile was my everything...
And ever since string beans' timely and untragic demise, her smile has been extra bright and beautiful. She had this newfound glow, not pregnancy glow, but she had this newfound happiness to her and I loved basking in it.
I was obsessed.
I had every right to be obsessed with Karma Aliayah Ali.
And every moment I found another reason to fall in love with her and another justifiable reason to be obsessed with that woman.
Right now, I was witnessing yet another reason for my obsession to grow deeper.
She stood in the kitchen wearing one of my Armani button downs and a pair of white polo ankle socks with the surround sound system blaring a Childish Gambino song throughout the speakers. It seemed as if she were trying to cook...
That was never a good thing.
I sat down on the steps leading into the kitchen and admired her as she swung her hips and whisked egg batter in a silver bowl. Her hair was wild from a very, very, long night of me yanking, pulling and running my hands through it. A smirk absentmindedly made its way onto my face as I brushed the back of my neck, feeling her newest scratch mark that she'd made on my body.
This one was pretty deep.
The tempo in the music picked up as she spun around, mouthing the lyrics to the song as she held the whisk to her mouth and sung the lyrics. She had yet to notice my presence but I preferred it this way...Moments like these deserved to be treasured forever.
And caught on camera as Gianni would say.
Pulling out my phone, I leaned on my elbows and pressed record as she jumped around the kitchen, feeling the music in her bones.
'' Let me into your heart!'' She yells, turning around and finally noticing my presence.
Karma jumps in surprise, a fierce blush growing on her face as she scrabbles to find the remote to the system. I stopped recording and pushed myself up before walking towards her. I slid my phone into the pocket of my pajama pants as she brushed the strands of hair that escaped her ponytail.
My hands reach out to grab her flustered face, kissing the shit out of her as she stumbles to place the bowl onto the countertop behind me. Her fingers grasp my chin as she backs away into the opposite counter from the force of my kisses.
'' M' goodmorning,'' she mutters against my lips when she gets the chance.
My hands wander down her neck to her breast, squeezing them softly before they continue the familiar tour of her body and grasp her thighs, lifting her on top of the counter. The dishes beside her clatter against each other as her body nudges them to the side.
