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♥ Chapter Thirty Three ♥

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        ............. Jasmine ...............

Numb

    That's how I feel after many orgasm later. Viano finally let me rest after taking a shower and making sure the sheets are changed.

  Now I'm just laying on his chest with his arms securely wrapped around me. I was loving this. But we had to talk, we barely knew anything about each other.

  "Let's play 21 questions" I suggest getting all excited and trying to get up, but immediately pushed back down by Viano.

  "What are we, 12?" Viano's raspy voice sounds through the room. I pout, laying back down on his chest.

   "Come ooon. We barely know each other" I whine and he pinches my side as a response

"Stop being a brat" He says "besides, I already know enough" I maintain my pout but this time raise my head to stare at him with my best puppy eyes.

He lets out a groan before answering, "fine. Just make it quick I'm tired"

  I clap my hands together slightly bouncing on him. His hands quickly shoot to my waist stopping any movements.

"Unless you want me to fuck you for the next three hours,I suggest you stop" He says breathing out. He sits up with me still on his lap, before he signals for me to start talking

"Okay...uhm. First question, what's your favorite color? " I ask and he gives me a weird look

" Really?" He says

"Come on just answer it" I persist and he raises his hands in mock surrender

   " Red. I love the color red" He says making me scrunch my face

  " Why?"

  " Trust me gufetto, you do not want to know that" He lightly chuckles making me eye him a bit. Sus

"Now ask me" I say before hitting his chest after he lets out a groan

"Where's Luka's father?" He asks and I feel my body tense

  "Who starts with the hard questions" I say trying to figure out how to get out of this

"Me. Now answer me" He says giving me his undivided attention

"He uhm.. he died" I say looking up at him and his facial expression remains the same. A sorry would be great buddy

"How'd he die?" He asks and I shake my head at him

"I'm asking the question next Viano" I say and he rolls his eyes at that

  "Fine go ahead" He says while placing his hands on my waist, drawing some designs of some sort.

  "If you could change one thing about your childhood what would it be?"

   I watch as Viano sits there acting like he's thinking about it, when in reality I know he's just trying to avoid answering the question.

  "I would change my mother. Get a new one or something" he catches me off guard with that response.

  I know he doesn't like his mother because he feels she is to blame with what happened to his sister, but I didn't expect his ''hate'' for her would be so big to the point where he wishes another woman birthed him.

  "Care to elaborate?" I ask hoping he forgets about the game and explain more about his feelings. You don't get to see this side of Viano often and now that it's here, I'm gonna take advantage of that.