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"Oh my sweet angel, did you really think I was going to give it to you so easily? Anyways, when I let you cum, it's going to be from my cock, not my fingers."
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He wants to take me out on a date? The Cillian Welsh wants to take little old me on a date? This has to be some type of sick joke he's playing.
Me: If this is some type of joke you're playing I'll get Papa to drop your contract
I would never ask Papa to do that, well, unless he really upsets me.
Future husband: I couldn't give a shit about my contract angel. I want to take you on a date. I've got a month until I need to start training again and I intend to use my free time doing things I enjoy, which is talking to you.
My face feels like it's going to melt off as I read the message over and over again, I must be dreaming right? I pinch myself and then swear at myself for causing me pain, but it answers my question, this is real, this isn't some sick hallucination my brain is playing on me.
Me: One condition
Future husband: What would that be?
Me: No fancy shit, I don't want to eat expensive food in an overpriced restaurant, no pricey clothing. I want to do things that you actually enjoy doing.
Maybe this is a deal breaker for him, but I've never been one to care about fame or fortune, I mean, I spent most of my life scraping by as is. I can find the beauty in simple things, I can only hope he does too.
Future husband: Done deal angel
Me: I also have a question
Future husband: Ask away
Me: Why the contact name?
Future husband: Just giving you a heads up about your future
Me: Let's see if you'll keep up your end of the bargain
Alright, I think I'm actually dead now.
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I don't remember falling asleep, but when I wake up my body and neck are aching from sleeping on the couch. Papa came in and helped me pack before going out for breakfast and walking around Vegas a little while doing sightseeing. I didn't realise how many people knew Papa, there were people with cameras following us most of the time, and it felt invasive, I didn't like it and neither did Papa because once he made a phone call two large built men started following us around too.
