The simple story of how the broken angel fell for the dangerous devil.
This story features:
Ariana Grande
Stephen James
Grayson Dolan
Zac Efron
Cole Sprouse
Madeleine Petsch
Adriana Lima
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Holy fucking shit. I'm getting married.
The rest of the yacht trip was AMAZING like wtf. I never knew I could fall in love with a damn boat. Also I am sooo tan it looks like I am fifty shades darker.
Dante has been so lovely. I never knew that he's actually a softy. He looks all hard and cold but he's like a freaking puppy. He follows me everywhere, I guess he's just happy.
"Why did you bring so much make up?" Dante yells out of frustration as we pack our things. He's wearing a casual black hoodie and grey sweatpants. His hair is messy but yet so perfect.
"Because I wanted to." I reply harshly and help him pack my makeup.
"Sir, we have arrived." The captain says as he steps into the master suite. He's wearing the typical captain uniform. It's kinda funny cuz this is just a yacht, not a cruise-ship.
The captain soon after disappears when Dante doesn't reply. I look at him and sigh.
"Be nice." I say and he rolls his eyes. Playfully of course. I finish up packing and close my suitcase. It's so cute, it looks like it's made of marble and it's so aesthetically pleasing.
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I haven't heard from Lukas in a while. Last time I saw him was at the studio a few weeks ago. I wonder how he's doing. I need to call him soon.
The suitcase I really heavy and I struggle to drag it up the narrow stairs. I hear a light chuckle from behind me and I can feel Dante's presence behind me. I turn around and face him.
"Care to help?" I ask him and raise one eyebrow. He laughs and takes the suitcase in one arm. He lifts it off of the floor and carries it up the stairs. He puts it down on the second floor and looks down at me. He rolls his eyes and walk out onto the pier.
Wtf.
When we have finally put all of our luggage on the pier we say goodbye to the captain and the yacht sails away.
"Where is it going to be when we aren't using it?" I ask Dante. He looks at me, then looks away.
"It's gonna be parked at my private beach house outside the Los Angeles coast." He then casually puts on his Gucci sunglasses and looks at the white Bentley make its way towards us.
