" 𝐢 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐢𝐬𝐭, 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐲"
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𝐑𝐚𝐲𝐲𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐲𝐞𝐝 :
a billionaire with insomnia.
something's happened to the sunshine guy in the past 2 years that left him with a...
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— ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧ Sehmat's Pov :
My annoying asshole like husband left me on edge with his wide smirk and then purposely, mockingly dropped me at irza's place saying, " enjoy the sleepover, mi esposa" I will fucking chop him into pieces for sure.
sitting inside the blanket like cocoon laying on each other in the living room in front of the coffee table and television. " I'm hungry let's make noodles" irza suggested while placing her mug of black coffee on the table.
"How about we make something sweet like cookies and muffins? What do you say?" I asked with excitement and anticipation while Irza hugged me, causing me to fall onto the cushions behind me.
" OMG, I love you for this idea! It's been so long since I baked anything. Let's make it together," she happily chirped, overly excited by my idea.
She kissed my cheek, and I brushed my palm against my cheek, wiping it as if I'm some anti-romantic, but I'm not.
It's just one of those 'me and Irza' things.
We both are clingy in particular, but it depends on our mood. Sometimes I'm clingy, and she gets anti-romantic. When she's clingy, I act that way.
It's just our reflex or maybe a habit.
"Get off me already. Wait, do you have the ingredients?" I asked, furrowing my brows.
And she nodded her head as no in horror.
" fuck i knew it! Grab the car let's go!" I chirped even more happily getting to spend more and more time with irza and have fun.
It's been so long and I missed her.
We sat in the car, with Irza taking the driver's seat and me as her passenger princess.
" We gotta grab chocolate chips for the cookies, blueberries and strawberries for the muffins, and the fucking baking powder!" She yelled out the last ingredient, making me flinch.
"Goodness, you're way too loud! It's 11 at night, you'll wake up the whole neighborhood," I cautioned her, slipping into my protective mom mode.
She grinned sheepishly in response.
" but as if we care" I hollered at the top of my lungs, my bipolarity at its peak taking her by surprise. She scowled at first, annoyed by my outburst, but then she got into the spirit.
"You're such a b-word," Irza side-eyed me as she started the car.
"Bestest friend someone could ever have?" I chuckled, knowing exactly what she meant but wanting to tease her more.
"I said b-word, not b-sentence," she rolled her eyes.
"Oh, b-word as in beautiful? Surely I am," I flipped my hair, and Irza gave me the 'I'm so done with you' look.
