regicide ; matt daddario [ ON HOLD ]

&.* / she's got pouty lips and killer eyes.

imessage; matt daddyrio

from: HOElden

ok matt i see u typing but shut up

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from: HOElden

cuz whatever u have to say u can come over to my friend's apartment and tell me in person

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from: matthew DADDYrio

what friend and why the sudden urge to hang out?

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from: HOElden

you remember the blonde from my halloween party last year? the one in the angel outfit?

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from: matthew DADDYrio

how could i forget ? she had the devil in her words and i never even spoke to her properly

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from: HOElden

still bitter ? anyways , she's suddenly interested and wants to meet you. like right now.

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from: HOElden

and i promise you don't want to say no to her

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from: matthew DADDYrio

i dunno dude , i'm pretty busy watching farm documentaries tonight .

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from: matthew DADDYrio

and yes, i'm bitter

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"farm documentaries?" a snort escapes the blonde, nose crinkling at the idea. really, who spends a saturday, of all days, watching some lame movie about commentary on the corrupt industries of america? a bite of a burger could do that. not that she'd know; raised with a nutritionist ready to aid her dietary goals at the snap of a finger and in an environment where skinny was the new fat, genevieve, despite her rather scrawny figure, stayed away from such fast food delicacies.

it was an inherent insecurity she'd gained from her mother, a woman of botox and constant anxiety; a woman who pretended like her husband still loved her, like their romance wasn't based off the shallow concept of love at first sight. even the mistress didn't bother sneaking in anymore. in broad daylight, you would see the twenty something year old girl in her father's clothes and some knock off heels, click clacking her way out the door after a night of boisterous sex. gen took every opportunity to belittle her, a snide comment here, a "might as well move into my room. it's got gold wallpaper. perfect for your broke down brooklyn wannabe personality" there. however, the insults were given less often now that she happily had a penthouse suite to herself.

"give me the phone." she doesn't even wait for a reply from her male companion before snatching the object from his hands, pulling up the camera and snapping a quick selfie. if she hadn't already known she was pretty, the impromptu picture would've told her.