There is nothing more beautiful than watching an innocent angel fall apart at my sinful actions. I'm going to ruin her.
"Augustine."
And she comes, looking down at me as she does so.
She glows, lighting up the goddamn room. Her feet barely touch t...
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I pat Amaiah's head as she gets into a car with Axel and Michael, but not before telling them to make sure she gets home safe. They were going somewhere tomorrow apparently, so it just made more sense for them to go home together and make the ride easier.
I guess that meant I was calling an uber or something.
"Amorette."
I spin around at the sound of my name, hearing Michael drive away behind me.
I see Eros leaning against his BMW, and my mouth watered at the sound of my name on his lips. I wish he'd say it again.
"Eros."
I raise a brow at him, playing the same game he's playing.
His gaze darkens, and he's now standing up straight.
Oh goodness.
He nods me over, so I cross the street and make my way toward him.
"Yes?" I tilt my head.
"Get in," he demands, his tone leaving no room for argument. It was a little scary if I'm being honest.
"Okay," I muttered, hurrying around to the passenger side. Before I could open the door, he's there, again, opening it for me. I glance up at him while getting into the car, and then he reaches over me and buckles my seatbelt for me.
I small smirk makes its way onto my face.
"Thank you, Eros, but I am fully capable of buckling my own seatbelt-"
He slammed the door as I was speaking.
I blink in shock, and part of me almost laughs.
What a funny guy.
He gets in and starts the car, pulling out of the parking spot and immediately speeding through the downtown streets.
I don't know where he's going, but I honestly don't care. I don't want to go home right now.
"Did everyone else have a ride?" I ask, wondering about the others. I look over to Eros, but he's acting as if he didn't hear my question. Well, okay then.
I really don't know much about Eros, but I guess he doesn't care. He seems okay with driving me around.
I glance over at him, and without asking, I turn up the music, and it's only sexual. I knew I wasn't the only person who only listens to sexual music. It's just the best type of music.
Whatever, I enjoy it.
I watch the street lights blur together as Eros speeds, and I really hope there isn't a cop around. Then I would go to jail for underage drinking.
I think I'm still high, too.
I check my phone, and funny enough, there's a text from Emilio.
Don't be whoring out for nobody tonight. We can't afford for you to be a teen mom.
