"ꜰᴜᴄᴋ ᴍᴇ ʀᴀᴜʟ" ɪ ᴡʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ʜɪᴍ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ᴍʏ ʟᴀꜱʜᴇꜱ.
Angel's life has been quite a roller coaster ride since she graduated with an exceptional degree from one of the finest schools in her hometown.
Securing employment proved to be ch...
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It's been a week since Raul left with his wife, and it's been nothing short of chaotic.
Nikolai has been all over me, constantly hovering around, pushing his way into my life, trying to get whatever he desires.
I do enjoy his company, but his actions? They prove that he's asking for more than I can give him.
And now, here I was, staring at the purple dress he ordered for me—the one he's practically forcing me to wear to a party I don't even want to attend with him.
"Please, Angel," Nikolai's voice echoed in my mind as I sighed, rubbing my temples. "I promise you'll love it, and I'll be there with you."
"I don't know, Nikolai... I just don't like parties," I mumbled, but even as I said it, I knew he wouldn't let up.
"Please," he coaxed. "Trust me, you'll have fun."
Reluctantly, I sighed. "O-okay."
I imagined him smiling on the other end of the phone, probably way too pleased with himself for getting me to agree.
"Perfect, angel. I'll pick you up at seven."
Before I could respond, he hung up.
I stared at the dress for a long moment, raking my fingers over the satin material, and sighed.
It wasn't that I hated dressing up, quite the opposite, I liked looking good—but parties always made me anxious.
And yet, here I was, getting ready for one.
I grabbed a towel from the wardrobe and walked to the bathroom to freshen up.
The purple dress hugged my curves in all the right ways, the spaghetti straps draping over my shoulders, leaving my neck and cleavage exposed.
I spent a few extra moments in front of the mirror, combing through my curls and adding a touch of gloss to my lips.
After slipping on a pair of heels and lacing them up, I grabbed my bag and headed downstairs to the lobby to wait for Nikolai.
The glass door swung open, and he stepped inside, looking effortlessly handsome, as usual.
He was dressed in a gray button-up shirt, the top few buttons left undone, paired with black pants and black sneakers.
His curly hair was loose around his face, and I couldn't help but notice the simple but expensive-looking chain around his neck.
He flashed me a grin when he saw me, walking over to wrap his arm around my waist.
"Hi amoré," he greeted, planting a soft kiss on my cheek. "You look beautiful, as usual."
His gaze lingered on my body, and I felt my face flush despite myself. I wasn't used to this much attention from him, though it had become more common over the last week.
