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Brunch was a disastrous idea

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Brunch was a disastrous idea.

Or so I'd like to think.

I established that as soon as me and Roman stepped into the estate premises and a blonde came out of the blue wrapping herself around Roman and fell into a fit of giggles.

What am I, invisible?

I thought it was some distant cousin since Coralyn has almost honey golden hair but it was lot shade darker then hers

And a lot retro like that I felt jealous of.

But she turned out to be a friend who shook my hand with a sneer like expression as if I was filth on her Gucci handbag.

What a weirdo. I thought mentally as Roman, miss I am so blonde the sun gets scared of my golden-ness and I walk inside the estate house and into the living room.

The first thing or being I see is Coralyn, sitting astride her husband running her palms through his chest sensually, whispering something inaudible while the man's head rests against the backrest, his hands on her hips.

Cute.

"Seigneur!  Ils ont besoin d'une chambre!" The girl said in French topping her extremely out of place sentence with a giggle.

(Lord! They need a room.)

Who you to tell if she needs a room to grope her legally wedded husband or not, eh?

"Mama." Roman cleared his throat to get his parents attention.

The petite women jumped from her husband's lap making the older man chuckle and get up, straighten his Armani suit and tuck his hands into his pocket.

"Bubba!" She cried wrapping her arms around Roman's waist resting her head on his chest. "I missed you. How's you?" She sniffled

"I missed you ma." Roman said rubbing her back reassuringly and kissing the top of her head with so much love swirling in his eyes as she pulled away and flashed him a cute smile. "I am alright. Are you?"

Coralyn nodded. "I'll be okay, once I've seen Angelo and whooped his butt with a spatula!"

Jesus Christ, everyone wants to hit Angelo.

"You should've told me or biscuit."

"Both of you would worry your heads out." He says cupping her cheeks. "You two worry too much. Where is mama Alyssa?"

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