"look at me when i fuck you" he whispered in my ear and grabbed my chin making me look up to his hazel eyes "next time someone tries to flirt with you, won't have eyes to see your beautiful face again, amore" a low moan escaped my mouth
"say it to...
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i walked back in the big room that was now full of rich people. in 5 minutes my father and the diaz couple are gonna give their speech. and i have to be by my father's side, sadly.
i grabbed a drink from the waitress that just passed by, i need to be ready for this.
i swear i can't control it but my eyes are looking for leo, after that intense moment in my room i can't calm down.
i seriously need to buy a new bed, i can't sleep on my bed knowing that this son of a bitch fucked a girl there.
i found him talking with a girl, probably his next victim, poor her.
'what up with you? you look angry'
'im okay scar, im just tired' she obviously didn't believe me and i can tell that by the look on her face
before she could start an argument i heard my fathers name through the microphone, his speech.
i stood up and walked to his side, he grabbed my hand, like a sweet father. except he's not.
we made it to the middle of the room and a lady handed him a microphone so he could speak.
'before i can start this speech i wanna say that im truly blessed that we're all gathered here today, it means a lot to me and to my family knowing that we have so many friends in the industry' bullshit.
' a special thanks to mr and mrs diaz that all these years we've achieved so many things together, also to my beautiful wife, miranda i don't know what i would do without you by my side, im really lucky that i have you' he looked to the side, at me.
meaning it's my turn, right now in the next seconds he's gonna thank me. although i don't find a reason, im literally his biggest disappointment.
'and i couldn't forget my beautiful, brilliant daughter, who's been the best thing that i can call mine, you're my little miracle and im so proud that one day this company is gonna be yours.' i feel like im gonna throw up, not one single word that came out of his mouth is real.
i smiled to him, well at least i tried. and something unexpected happened, he motioned for me to go there, he pointed at the microphone, oh no.
he wants me to speak about him, why is he torturing me?
i grabbed the microphone, hesitating a little knowing that my next words are gonna be completely bullshit.
'my father, is a completely hard working man' i regret this already
