Freen nearly slammed her helmet down on the countertop and threw her keys slideiNlng all sliding along the smooth surface. She was worked up. She is in agony. And no one would scratch that belongs a Becky. Except why Becky? Why has Becky slipped so deeply under her skin.
It made herself withdraw more, as Freen didn't much like growing up in a well-sene family and then finally grow the balls to say fuckit because now she was on her own. It's was packed witha a lot of drama that she just couldn't unpack right now. "Taking a cab tonight? I don't see any of your friends here."
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"Yash I won't be staying long. I've got something else going on as well." Freen quirked a brow and tried her best impression of not sulking. "Just a friend, nothing to worry about." Becky seemed to swallow the words a bit and Freen caught it. She leaned in closer to becky and simply whispered, "I can smell it you know.."
"Becky was about to ask what when the streets they were traversing filled with festival goers and general civilians. "Maybe see you later Freen!" Becky called through her wensdsept hair and over her shoulder, Freen watching for as long as she could. "Youll never call me that." Yes a conquest, no, but what if she was more what if these was more than meets the eye.
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FanfictionFreen is a serious badass femme fatale who's given up on love. That is until Becky forcefully pops into her life. However, with her own skeletons, will Freen be able to look past them? This is a lusty bundle of fun that I write just because I can. T...
