A MAFIA ROMANCE
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"Mrs.O'Rihley take your clothes off"
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The wedding ring forced onto her slim finger and a new life thrown into her arms. Kiara was just in the wrong place;at the wrong time.
Lucien O'Rhileys lust for...
I didn't know where to find love, so I looked for it in a bottle of Vodka
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knock, knock pound knock
"Kiara! Hurry up and get your sexy ass out of the bathroom, you're coming either way. There's no escaping it." Lindsay screamed at me as she viscously assaulted the door which I gracefully and thankfully locked.
If I didn't then that Insane thing I call my friend ,would be all over me.
"Coming." my words regretful, hands abroad and nervous as I click the lock to the side and turned the grey nob door handle sideways
It quickly opened, as I stepped out of my little safe place and into the light of there never changing opinionative gazes.
"Per..fucking..fection"Jarred anointed making me do a spin to get a full view of my little black dress, a flimsy piece of fabric that clung close to my body.
By flimsy I mean I looked like a stripper.
The dress, although looked presumptuous on me was not a hideous dress. But it wasn't even mine, good thing. If it was It would have been in the garbage shoot a long time ago.
The tight dress restricting my movement and giving me a fear that if I move too much I will rip the seams. It was so tight that if I did the splits not only would I rip my asshole but the dress would completely split in half.
"I can barely even breathe." My words choke and my two friends just laugh and continue to try on dresses in Lindsay's case and pants and shirts in Jarred's case.
"It's all about the cause, you look like a slut and guys want that" Lindsay smiled looking at me as she slipped on a LOWCUT dress, her boobs almost going flying. The only reason I Even know Lindsay is she was my collage roommate; before I dropped out and she got kicked out for sleeping with teachers. She was how do I say this nicely; a whore.
I mean she was...okay sometimes, but her confidence was sky high and she found way to much pleasure in contouring her boobs that I didn't even wanna try to tell her they looked like a makeup truck crashed into a flat wall.
"woman are not just...sexdolls." I dared to say, which only caused her to laugh.
"Well you definitely should be." Her laugh echoing around the room. "With All your self proclaimed virginity, it is really staring to piss me off, plus it scares away men. Like we get it Kiara Jesus." Lindsay smiled as she said those words, yet they were so full of toxicity, not even the brightest of smiles could have covered it. "No one will want to fuck you, let alone be with you if you are so..." she cut off her words to look me up and down.
"...you," She smirked, like the most venomous of snakes.
But I guess that was the difference between me and Lindsay. I won't silence myself, or change myself, for a man.
