❗️Mature❗️ The weight of his fingers inside the wet mess in my core made me lose control, I didn't even know my body could do things like that.
He went faster, and faster and faster. Until I was practically moaning his name, and the look in his eyes...
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P.O.V Angelina
Last night was incredibly interesting.
To a point, at least.
After our little conversation. If it was even a conversation. I went back to my room, thought for a little bit then fell asleep.
At first I thought Nicolas would be the kind of guy to don't talk to me, at all, but he actually spoke. Barely.
As a matter of fact, he said exactly '23' words to me. Yes I counted. Yes it's kinda weird. Yes I hate myself for counting it. But do I actually care?
No.
The clock in the corner of my room indicated that it was only 6:21 am, I don't normally wake up this early, I usually wake up ten o'clock or eleven o'clock but today was difficult.
Maybe because I broke my four years streak of walking outside every night.
Getting off the bed, I made my way to the closet to pick out some clothes to wear.
Eventually after going through different clothes I finally decided to go with a pair of pants and a long sleeve top. The house was a little cold so that was a good option.
After a half an hour, I walked out of the bathroom, my hair freshly combed out and in a ponytail.
Opening my bedroom door, I looked down the hall before I started to walk.
While I was making my way down the stairs I heard, a lot of noise coming from the kitchen and my head told me to run back upstairs to my room, but I didn't.
Walking through the living room the noise started to become more louder. It sounded like pans and knives.
As I step into the kitchen, I saw a young woman.
She looked to be in her late twenties, with black curly hair, she wore a white shirt, black pants and an white apron. Which will led me to assume she's a chef.
"Hello." I said as I walked farther into the kitchen.
The girl turned around revealing her clear face, perfectly shaped nose, brown eyes, and pink lips.
"Oh, privet, vy, dolzhno byt', ta devushka, kotoraya zdes' ostanovilas'?" She said in her heavy Russian accent.
"Sorry?" I said confused.
"Tochno, ne russkiy." She paused, "hey my name is Vera, I'm the chef here. You probably haven't seen me until today, because I only work on weekends, but it's nice to meet you."
She said with a smile.
"Nice to meet you too. My name is Angelina, but you can call me 'Lina' for short."
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"Do you think I'll be released before nine months." I asked, Ivan.
Everyone was downstairs now eating breakfast.
I had stayed in the kitchen with Vera for while before Levi and Damien came downstairs. At the same time, which I hated, because Damien was scary and I didn't doubt that Levi hated me, so it was kinda awkward.
Anyway then eventually Angelo came downstairs, then Ivan, then Nicolas.
"I'm not sure. Why?" He asked.
"Well, there's a baby on the way."
Then whole table went silent. Sliver forks dropped to glass plates with a loud sound.
They were all staring at me.
I watched them with a confused look on my face, before whispering, "what."
Ivan stared at me with slightly opened eyes.
"You're pregnant?" Ivan said nervously.
What.
Oh my goodness. They think I'm pregnant, okay maybe I hadn't worded that sentence properly but why would they assume that I was pregnant. I didn't say 'I' was pregnant. I said 'there's a baby on the way- oh, well I get it now.
"Gross, no I'm not pregnant, do I look pregnant to you. I'm not pregnant. My sister is the one that is pregnant, I'm going to be an aunt." I said, my words coming out a little louder and faster than usual.
In unison everyone at the table sigh.
I can't believe they thought I was pregnant, like I am still a virgin, and I'm not including the time I got fingered in the back of a school, since I still fully have my virginity.
"You could've just said that." He whispered.
"Okay. But I didn't say 'I' was pregnant." I said putting a lot of pressure on the 'I'.
"It means the same thing." Everyone said, except Nicolas, said at the same time.
It really doesn't.
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Pick a troupe Age gap Accidentally pregnancy Reverse Haram Death.
