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He snitched her out!
"What Zayra! You're doing drugs!" Don Xavier slammed his fist on his desk. Zayra didn't even flinch. She looked high. Her clothes baggy.
"How did you not tell us about your uncle." Don Enrique was attacking from another angle. His eyes were stormy. He didn't even know Roman had left to New York to get her.
"Zayra this is not good. Why would you do drugs?" She saw Don Xavier's angry and disappointed face.
"Ah come on don't look surprised." She said exasperated. "I'm 18 year old celebrity with mental fucking problems." She shook her head.
They've been at this for more than 15 minutes.
"That's no excuse."
"Well it's mine and I'm sticking to it."
Oh oh. He didn't look pleased.
"Roman Enrique, please leave us."
"Am I getting grounded, wait don't tell me no inheritance. Hmm or is it-"
"Enough Zayra!" he roared.
Zayra heard the door close.
She gulped.
Shit.
His eyes were bright with anger.
Fuck she preferred to fight with Roman anytime than deal with Don Xavier's temper.
Shit
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Roman paced the living room waiting for Zayra and his godfather to emerge from his office. They had been inside for a while now.
"Here Roman." Martha handed him a drink.
He swallowed it.
"Want more?"
He nodded.
"What's taking them so long?" Rudy was sitting down attempting to watch a movie with Jimena's girls.
"Zayra is what's taking long." Martha smirked.
"She's so fucking difficult." Roman cursed.
"Has my mom seen her?" Martha went to sit on a near by chair.
"Not yet. She's shopping with my mom and Jimena. They don't know she's here yet."
"Wait till she sees her." Martha got to see a very angry Zayra kicking and screaming and cursing her way into the house.
She had looked wilder than before. Her hair was unruly. Her clothes were lose on her. She had bags under her eyes.
She looked like shit.
Maybe some rest would do her good, she wondered.
But now that she knew the story, she knew she needed more than that.
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No Ordinary Love
RomanceHis kisses brought life back to Zayra and it sparked a hunger she couldn't contain. She matched his rhythm until he once again roughly pulled away from her. This time he sat up, his eyes clouded with lust. "Zayra. Stop." he was angry with himself. I...