It was simple.
He need a wife and I needed protection from a crazy stalker ex boyfriend.
Now there is no going back.
I'm his wife now and he is my husband
His Donna.
My Don.
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"I will burn this whole fucking city down if i have to," he decl...
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"I think you should crash it," Ella said.
"I agree," Kristen added.
"No, I'm not crashing his bachelor party. He didn't crash mine so why would I crash his," I tell them.
"Because he's a man," Ella said in a duh tone.
"So?"
"Men tend to do the dumbest shit on their bachelor parties so it is the future wife's job to put a stop to it," she adds
"And their party is bound to have strippers," Kristen says.
"Our bachelorette party had strippers," I said.
"It's fun when we do it but slutty and wrong when they do it," Angel said.
"So you're not angry at Lorenzo?" Kristen asks Angel.
"No why would I be angry?" Angel says taking a sip from her cup
"I don't know...maybe... because you two are fucking every five minutes," Ella says making Angel choke on her tea
"What don't be shocked. Y'all don't really hide it well," Kristen adds. Angel looks at me and I quickly shake my head.
"She right. You and Lorenzo give 'fuck me' eyes every time you two look at each other," Ella says.
"Okay whatever, but I really don't care what he does," she said.
"Then why are you squeezing your cookie," I say to her. Angel looks down at her hand holding the chocolate chip cookie. Watching crumbs fall on the floor.
"Well if I have to I already have something in mind," I tell them.
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"I don't want to do this," Arensio said not looking at Giovanni. "Ugh, why not! Valencia had one," Giovanni whined. Arensio rolled his eyes.