𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘰

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CHAPTER SEVEN
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𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘈𝘳𝘵 𝘋𝘦𝘤𝘰 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳..
𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘯𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘭,𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦..

———𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘈𝘳𝘵 𝘋𝘦𝘤𝘰 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘳..𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘯𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘭,𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦..

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The summer had been a whirlwind for Angel. She spent the first two weeks in Barcelona with Virginia, soaking up the sun, exploring the vibrant nightlife, and indulging in all the city's excitement. The energy of the city matched their own, and they enjoyed every sunlit moment.

The next four weeks were spent in Bali with her family and friends. The serene beaches and lush landscapes were a stark contrast to the bustling city of Barcelona. Although it was relaxing, Angel found herself missing Niccolò. Their nightly phone calls kept their connection alive, but she felt a pang of guilt for not being able to be with him.

As the last weekend before the new school year approached, Angel arrived at Rome's airport, her anticipation growing. She wore light pink Juicy Couture low-waist pants, a tight white tee that revealed a hint of her stomach, and carried her favorite Chloé Paddington bag.

Standing at the arrivals gate

The anticipation built as she scanned the crowd. Then, someone slipped a hand over her eyes. "Guess who?" the voice teased. Angel turned, and her heart skipped a beat as she recognized him immediately. She pulled him into a kiss, her relief and joy mingling with the touch of his lips. He chuckled against her mouth. "You couldn't even know it was me. Wouldn't want to kiss a stranger now," he laughed.

"Shut up," Angel said, her voice playful as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He steadied her with his hands on her hips, both of them lost in a deep, passionate kiss. "I missed you so much," he murmured between kisses.

Angel felt a pang of guilt thinking about Niccolò but brushed it aside. Vitto was her boyfriend, and their reunion was important to her.

Pulling away slightly, she whispered into his ear, "We'll continue this in your room." Her voice was sultry, filled with the promise of their long-awaited reunion.

They were soon driven home by Angel's driver, a quiet anticipation hanging in the air. As they arrived, Angel kissed Vitto on the cheek, teasingly saying she'd wait for him upstairs in his room. He smiled and waved her off, heading to a family reunion with his parents and little sister.

Upstairs, Angel wasted no time. She quickly undressed, revealing a sexy matching lingerie set she had carefully chosen for the occasion. She sat provocatively on the edge of his bed, her anticipation palpable.

When Vitto finally entered the room, his eyes widened in appreciation and desire. The sight of Angel in her alluring lingerie after a year apart was enough to ignite a fire within him.

𝘍𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯 𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 (niccolo govender rossi)Where stories live. Discover now