❝𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒆? 𝑫𝒐 𝒊𝒕. 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍.❞
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𝑫𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒄𝒐 𝑫𝒆 𝑳𝒂𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒔 was a man of disguise, hidden underneath the mask of himself.
He lived a life of many tru...
"Oh, home. Let me come home. Home is wherever I'm with you."
Chapter seventeen
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I WAS TRYING MY ABSOLUTE hardest not to fall asleep in Nico's lap as I read one of my new books that he got me.
It was hard, though.
Laying in the comfort of someone you've known and loved your whole life was just different.
The soft nothings he would pause to whisper in my ear as he talked to the men in his office.
They put me at ease.
And made my heart pound slightly faster with each one.
Eventually, the book in my hands wasn't enough to drown out the men's deep voices, so I closed it, leaning my head back slowly against Nico's shoulder.
My eyes began to close, drooping slowly as sleep consumed my every thought.
And sleep is what came.
But I was woken by a shake of my shoulders too soon for my liking.
I groan, turning in Nico's lap to hug him close to me. I ignored how he was trying to wake me up and instead focused on trying to go back to that peaceful slumber that I was just in.
"It's noon, baby." I groan again in response, furrowing my brows before pushing off his chest and rubbing my face with the palms of my hand.
"How is it noon?" I grumble, and he laughs.
"Usually when you sleep all day, that's what happens, little Rose."
I narrow my eyes a little. "Stop being smart," I say softly, too sleepy to care.
He grins, chuckling deep enough to cause his chest to rumble against mine.
