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Chapter 29 - French clubs

goodness gracious your girls on a roll. this probably won't last long so enjoy while you can :)

i have so many ideas it's not funny I WANNA DO THEM ALL.

anyways enjoy this chapter you virgin sluts xo

fuck the city of love. it's all a lie.

There is no fucking love in this city it's all just a bunch of posers who pretend to be in love.

like cmon man I KNOW YOUR FAKING IT.

wait- is the city of love Pairs or the whole France?

Am i even in Paris?

I don't fucking know where i am.

Cloud 9 baby, your on cloud 9.

Oh that sounds nice, doesn't it. is it filled with nine clouds? Oh my God that would be amazing. imagine sleeping on a cloud. Holy shit that be so cozy.

Shaking off my thoughts, my eyes narrow at the couple making out across the bar from me as i reach to grab my 8th shot- no 9th? Maybe it's my 11th shot. Fuck i don't know.

Before my hand makes contact with the glass, something- more like someone stops me.

"uh uh uh, no more for you." Woah i don't know who that is but their voice is very sexy and deep.

I like it.

Wait- they took my shot the greedy fucker i wanted that "Hey dimwit! I wanted that" I slur turning to face the culprit who stole my shot.

Ah shit.

Leandro is standing in front me, my shot in his hand, his sleeves rolled up and his shit half undone.

My eyes travel upwards to his face only to see a very unimpressed and stressed look on his face.

For fucks sake, can him and his sexy ass go away.

I groan in annoyance shoving Leandro's chest backwards before standing up and stumbling away "Go away Leo"

Woah, the room is spinning. That is not very good.

"fuck Natalia. How much have you had" someone catches me from behind their hands landing straight on my waist.

"umm maybe like ten shots, some thingy that this guy gave me and a couple beers maybe. yes yes i think that's right" i giggle using my hands to count.

I hear a deep sigh come behind me before something in my stomach does something weird.

Suddenly i'm not feeling so good.

"Look sexy, mob man i don't feel very good so would you please fuck off so i could go to the bathro-" I don't even get to finish that sentence when i feel something come up my throat.