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"Maybe you forgot that your father gave you a deadline." Roger spoke, clearly annoyed of him. I kinda told him that I drove Alisha home. But that's it. Just drove her home.
Didn't really add the eating her pussy like it was my last meal, or sleeping soundly beside her just to wake up still soundly beside her.
No.
I snorted, "What's he gonna do? Light the mansion on fire because I didn't kill her yet?"
Well, he can do that. Or light Alisha's house, but he can't, because her house is being watched twenty-four-seven. Not even that, it's not just cameras, but my men being undercover. From all ages, and genders.
I'm not that dumb. Alisha is a detective, she'll figure it out if she finds out people are watching her. This way, it's better, knowing that she's busy.
Busy being my girlfriend.
Well, that sounds weird. Let's just say... me and her, we're something. That's what she said this morning.
"We can be... something." she spoke, hiding herself.
I grinned. "You, my girl?"
I felt her nod.
"Always have been."
That is, maybe why, I'm feeling extra fun today.
"Your father can do lots of things, look at my father. Down the grave, six feet under."
I sighed, "May tío rest in peace."
"What?" Roger asked. "Where'd you learn that?"
I stopped walking, looking back at him with a confused look. "Learned what?" I pointed at myself, looking at my clothes, and then behind me.
What was he babbling like that?
"You spoke one Spanish word, where'd you learn it?" he asked again.
I rolled my eyes, "Where do people learn languages these days? Get a fucking grip and let's go!" I said.
I started walking again, Roger behind me. "What's how are you in Spanish."
I groaned. What the fuck was all this? "Cómo estás."
Roger gasped. I stopped walking again. "What? What's wrong?" I spoke, his eyes wide while his hand went to his mouth.
You've got to be kidding me. "You know Spanish!"
"I am going to kill you, Roger. Please keep that in the back of your head every time you do something weird like a fan girl." I said, buttoning my shirt.
"I can die knowing you know how to speak my language." he laughed.
