MM • I Hate You • 18+
"You're a naughty boy. Only good boys are allowed to come"
"I am a good boy"
"You're not until you make me come"
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Juan Cruz, 21 years old, big mouth and a power bottom works in a trendy night club in Chicago. He wants to ge...
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We've grown up with two fantastic dads and in a lovely and protective household. My sister and I had the best childhood ever. We were in countless countries, we had the best birthday parties and the best food.
We've been in the best schools and my little sister just made it out of Highschool. Today is a party at her school and she's getting her certificate. I made it out of Highschool last year and now I'm studying IT. I know it sounds kind of lame but hell the money you can make with it.
As I said this out loud Dad smacked my head and scolded me. I'm pretty good at it and I love it. I want to start an company someday.
Even if we have a lot of money our parents raised us differently. It's not normal to have this much money and our childhood wasn't normal either so I'm really grateful.
"How can it be that my own son is bigger than me?", Dad chuckles. I'm a gym junkie and father likes to go with me. I'm really taller than Dad.
"You look good, baby", he smiles
"Thank you", I roll my eyes. I'm just wearing a suit.
"You look good too, Mi Amor", father smiles, wrapping his arms around Dad. Their love is everything.
"I'm ready!", Mirelle screams from upstairs
"After just two hours? How can that be?", I ask ironically but freeze as she walks down the stairs. "You're definitely not wearing that"
"Who says that?"
"Me. Go change"
"I am wearing that. Right, Dad?", she pouts
"You're right, princesa"
"I don't like that either", father murmurs
Dad walks over to Mirelle.
"And we don't care. She's wearing that dress. Understood?", oh when Dad gets pissed there's nothing we can do.
"It's her moment and we're all together. So don't make a fuss about it"
"Right", Mirelle smiles provocative
I roll my eyes and nod.
We're getting into the cars. Mirelle sits in the passenger seat, not looking at me. She's mad but I just want to protect her. Is that so wrong?
"Miri", I say
"What?", she hisses
"I'm sorry, okay? You look beautiful. I just don't want boys looking at you"
