( this book is currently being HEAVILY edited. I suggest not reading unless you are okay with slight errors.)
In which a 40 year old Italian man falls into the trap of an 22 year old seductress, who babysits his children.
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Our eyes stayed on eac...
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I gathered up the courage to walk past the curious stranger, not before looking around at my other exit options. It was either trudge over other dead people which would no doubt be extremely disrespectful, or, walk off the side of the small hill and tumble to my death which would be highly ironic seeing as I was at a cemetery.
Was I being overly dramatic? Yes. He already caught me staring, there's no turning back now.
My feet started moving in his direction and he noticed, standing up and repeating my previous actions of dusting my pants off.
The boy seemed to be about my age, a year older at most, with slightly curled brown hair and a gorgeously sculpted face that looked as if the Gods had sent him down to earth on a mission.
He's no Alexander. My subconscious reminded me, causing me to roll my eyes. Not everything was about him and I cursed myself for comparing the two.
He gave me a small smile and surprisingly spoke up. "Hey." He said, with a hint of a French accent. I stood in place silently for a few seconds before shooting back the same greeting and nodding politely.
"Just thought I'd stop you to let you know that there's a couple of grass strands in your hair." He said, smiling politely but obviously holding in a laugh at how ridiculous I probably looked.
"Oh gosh I didn't realize that, thank you." I said, visibly cringing as I rapidly brushed my fingers through my damp hair.
He nodded his head and I thanked him once more, waving and walking back to my car to drive back home.
I was ready for today to be over already.
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I opened the door to my apartment and sighed, dropping my keys on the nearest table and walking into the kitchen to grab a glass of water.
My throat felt raw and nasty after how much crying I had done today. I was used to it though, this day always took a toll on me.
