"Where my hug at?" I say as a way of greeting
I just busted the widow
In the time I was staring at them, I realized Ozempic had to be the one who murdered my father
She also stole from the company
"Vahoona is so incredible" I think loudly
She smirk
I smirks
I'm nervous she still might be mad at me but she says "right here" and reaches out to hug me
But she falls over from exhaustion I assume
I'm so proud of my mate for winning the strip off
I stride over to her, picking her up with my huge orange bicep
She's so tiny compared to me
So little like a small smerf
"N-Nick" she says in her sleep
"I'm right here bbg... right here" I say in a hot way
Before the building can combust I grab her and we swoop away
1 day later
She's still sleeping, honestly it's concerning how much she break dances in her sleep
Probably just a trauma response
Type type type type type
I'm typing on my tortured poets department typewriter
Type type type type type type
Vahoona is walking up soon
I decided she might still be mad so I go to my office hopping she'll read what I wrote
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Nick Wilde (CEO) and Vahoona (stripper) erotic fanfic *SUPER SPICY* 🌶️
FanficVahoona is the best stripper in the world... nothing and nobody can get in her way. Another stripper Ozempic is trying to sabotage her, what will she do when confronted with this? Everything changes when Nick Wilde shows up at her work... she knew...
