When I was 9 I was kidnapped by someone dangerous, ever since then I vowed to myself I wouldn't let bad guys like that roam around the earth freely. 17 years later I'm now a lawyer and you guessed it, who is indeed prosecuting criminals.
My father...
Isadora Islipinto my blue tank top that compliments the white dress pants of my desire, revealing love bites on my neck Dante had left. For the past three days I have had more sex than I have had in my entire life time. On the plane yesterday, when we got back home but then Dante had to leave, he came home later at night and then more sex which brings us to today.
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He had woken up early for a meeting but let one of the workers know he'd be coming by to take me for my appointment that Raphael had booked for me.
I let my straightened hair down from its low ponytail just as the door swings open. I don't bother turning to look who it is, the fact that they didn't knock alerts me it's no other than Dante.
"These look like bruises" I utter, referring to the hickeys on my neck. I turn around to face him as I put on the other pair of earrings, walking over to my couch to get my purse.
All he does is smirk, looking me up and down as I start to close the gap between us. His eyes linger on my chest, smirk disappearing as he connects our gazes.
"This is what you choose to wear?" He asks with a neutral tone, causing me to shoot him a look
"What" I adjust, patting down my clothing self cautiously
"Isadora, your nipples are sticking out and in case you have forgotten your doctor is an animal"
"We are not going back to this again, I'm wearing whatever I want to wear" I breathe brushing past him and out the room.
"Ever heard of a bra at least" He sneers walking up behind me
"You should put one on, see how comfortable it is" I bite, continuing my strides as we both exit the house. He doesn't reply after but instead proceeds to open the door
Getting there, I had made Dante wait in the car before he causes a scene. I greet the familiar receptionist before riding up the elevator to the designated floor.
A familiar face finds mine as I step into the room, a small smile playing across my lips as we greet each other.
"How was your trip" He motions to hug me but I subtly walk past him, taking a seat on the gurney.
"The best highlight of my life so far, Dante was—"
"Yeah uh I thought he was arrested how come he came home with you" Raphael picks up the tray consisting of two needles and a gauze alongside alcohol.
"Well their entire case was built on sand, they didn't even have a warrant for the arrest" I explain as he starts to inject me, I don't remember ever seeing any reporters or people recording.
