Salvatore is a superstar. Carina is blinded.
What she does not fathom however is that a star cannot shine without the dark of dusk.
Salvatore is bound to the dark from his role as the head of the Italian Mafia to the blood on his hands.
What hap...
ONSATURDAY AT 6PM sharp — I rush back to the dorms. I think to shave but that will be even more of a reason for me to want him to fuck me.
As at now — I want to talk. Not fuck. But I also want to be clean down there (in case). I decide to shave.
After I do — I head on over to the communal bathrooms and take a quick shower. Once I am done — I stroll back to the room and do makeup.
I do not want it to look like I put in too much effort for him but I also do not want to make it look like I put in zero effort.
He is famous after all. In the case that we were to be PHOTOGRAPHED — I would want to look nice for the camera not him.
With that in mind — I proceed to do a minimalist makeup look. I think to do mascara but I know better than to do so when I am about to spend time with Salvatore.
He is like an onion. One cut into him and he has me in tears. I do not want to look like a BLACK-EYED DEMON in the case that that happens. So I skip the mascara and liners but add a little concealer on all the acne scars.
I blend it all in and dab a brown shade of powder over MY FACE.
I think to do a little EYESHADOW but that should match whatever I want to wear. What do I want to wear?
I search the closet for what to wear but none of the clothes appeal to the vibe I want to Give off. I let out a breath — stuck between a rock and a hard place as I turn around and stare at the items Salvatore gifted me.
I still have not touched them. And part of the reason for that is because it feels as if he wants to BUY ME BACK. I do not want it to feel like that. I want it to feel like it comes from his heart.
Perhaps his heart is where his cash is. and since I have his cash I have his heart too?
I let that delusion delude me as I open one GIFT BAG after the other. Most of which are full of the best and not to mention most expensive — DESIGNER clothes and shoes.
Out of it all — I settle on a pink quartz STRAPLESS GOWN. When I slip into it — it holds onto me like a second skin and stops at the ankle. It is split into a THIGH-HIGH slit on one side.
The name Jimmy Choo sits under my foot as I slide into a pair of saeda ivory pumps embellished with small crystals that hang right above my ankles like anklets.
Then I sit back down in front of the small mirror and put on the remainder of the makeup but not before I put on a robe to protect the dress.
I put on a soft shade of pink eyeshadow and complete the look with clear lipgloss. I tie my braids into a neat bun a top my head and style my baby hairs.
Then I retrieve the jewelry set and wear the square solitaire studs and the Necklace in it. I take out the robe to reveal THE OUTFIT.
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