What's home, if not the first place you flee from? What's love, if not that blazing, unexplainable feeling born from the ashes of hate?
Reputable for her appeal, servility, and obsession with cartoons, Alaina is a workaholic immigrant doctor who's s...
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Khalid ft. Kiana Ledé - Where You Go.
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REAL MEN DO WHAT IT TAKES to get what they want.
I've never given a damn about dates. I don't see the point.
Why take someone out when you can just hand them what they want and take what you need in return?
I haven't even taken Ingrid out before. But if I ever did offer, to her or any other woman, she wouldn't dare pull what Alaina pulled tonight.
She wrecked my night with her unbearable friends and dragged me into charity work. We visited twenty-five run-down restaurants. She said she picked that number because she's twenty-five. Then she added that I was lucky she wasn't ninety. I laughed, picturing her at ninety. I bet she'd still have a fine ass.
We crawled from grimy diners to low-rated joints, finally ending at a three-star place.
That final stop was the most infuriating. She must've sensed I wasn't fazed by funding people's meals for one night, so she told the manager I'd cover it for two months. She was joking, I think, but the idiot believed her. His crooked grin and grateful prayers proved it.
People call her the soft one in her circle, but when it comes to charity, she's hard as nails. She turned me into a goddamn NGO. Had me funding strangers with barely a grunt of protest.
All it took was a look. Any rebuttal I had died in my throat.
And this was after she played me, too. Though calling it that feels dishonest. She did what she said she would. She went out with me. Except, instead of anything remotely nicelike I'd dreamed of yesterday night, she hauled me to the ugliest spot in town and brought two of her most infuriating friends.
I was stupid enough to hope. Desperate enough to think that just lending her my car made me worthy of a real night with her. I let that excitement crack me open. Let her make a fool of me. And the worst part—I couldn't even get angry. Aleksándra was goddamn right. Alaina makes me compliant.
Her joy just looked too good. Felt too damn fulfilling. I caught myself smiling like a love-struck idiot the entire time.
Her beauty is fucking unreal, the kind that makes a man grin while drowning. The kind that would make him play Christ and feed five thousand hungry mouths just to make her laugh.
But I got my compensation. Nadia's pictures were more than worth it.
Two of them in particular stand out.
One was taken at a festival. Alaina wore a ridiculous custom outfit, curls unruly, crouched beside Majid and a crying little girl. Majid tried to throw a middle finger, and Alaina pointed and laughed at the girl. I figure that must be Majid's sister.
