Brianna Lynn Green 22 year old girl. Her parents died in a car crash and she's dating an absuive man. She falls pregnant and decides to leave. What happens when she runs into the don of Italy and New York and her soon to be boss.
Valentino Morales 2...
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My alarm blares at 5:30 AM, marking the beginning of another day. Rolling out of bed, I'm greeted by the darkness that still cloaks the city. Some of my morning routines kick off with a quick jog a moment to clear my mind and prepare for the day ahead. As my feet rhythmically hit the pavement, I mentally sift through the tasks that await, a blend of strategy meetings, negotiations, and deadlines.
Deciding to make a spontaneous detour to bring some joy to my girls, I entered a nearby flower shop. The vibrant colors of a beautiful bouquet immediately caught my eye, and I knew it would be perfect for Zara. Her love for all things bright, especially pink, made this choice a no-brainer. Scanning the shop further, I discovered a calm yet elegant bouquet that perfectly suited Brianna's taste for sophistication.
With both bouquets in hand, I made my way to the register, where the worker couldn't help but admire my selections. "These are beautiful," she remarked, prompting a shared smile between us.
As she rung up the purchase, the worker shared a heartwarming story. "Flowers are so meaningful. I remember when my husband gave me my first bouquet; I still have them after 30 years of marriage. We preserved them, using them as decoration at our wedding. It was truly beautiful."
Her words resonated, and my heart warmed as she spoke about her enduring love for flowers. "I hope the lovely people you're giving these to appreciate them and you. You're a kind man. It's not every day you see men doing things like this for someone," she observed, wrapping the bouquets with care.
With a grateful smile, I replied, "Thank you. It's for my lovely girlfriend and her daughter. They've changed my world, and I just want to show them how much I appreciate them." As I left the shop, the fragrant blooms held the promise of bringing joy to the two special ladies in my life.
Once I made it back home, Bri was already up, busy with the coffee machine. "Good morning, babe. I made you some coffee," she called out without turning around. As she finally faced me, her eyes did a quick scan from head to toe, and then, she noticed the flowers in my hand.
Smiling at her, I made my way towards her. "These are for you, my angel," I said, presenting the vibrant bouquet. The colors seemed to mirror the joy that lit up her face as she accepted the flowers.
Her eyes sparkled with appreciation as she took the bouquet. "Oh, they're beautiful! Thank you," she exclaimed, leaning in for a sweet morning kiss. The fragrance of the flowers mingled with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee, creating a sensory symphony that welcomed the new day.
"They reminded me of you," I added, "vibrant, elegant, and bringing so much beauty into my life."
Bri blushed at the compliment, her fingers gently tracing the petals. "You always know how to make my mornings special. Thank you, Babe."
As we stood there, the morning sunlight streaming through the windows, the flowers in her hands became a symbol of the love and appreciation that filled our shared moments. It was a small gesture, yet in that simple exchange, the day started with a warmth that went beyond the coffee in our cups.
