𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐫 ✓ [𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄]

✎chapter eleven × no dessert for bad girls *

ᴘᴀʀɪs, ғʀᴀɴᴄᴇ
ᴛᴡᴇɴᴛʏ-sᴇᴠᴇɴ ʙᴏᴜʀɢɴᴇᴜғ sᴛ

ʟᴇ ᴄᴏǫᴜᴇʟɪᴄᴏᴛ,

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[A/N: Smut warning & Trigger warning for Dubious Consent/Rape. In this case, consent will not be verbally given, rather just assumed. Dubious consent it still technically rape (and also still technically consent), so I felt the trigger warning was necessary in case any readers still feel uncomfortable with it.]

"I think I deserve it." I say, tugging a dessert menu out of Angelo's hand.

We had left the party only a few hours ago and I was already being denied my rights.

"You have us driven to a restaurant and then you don't let me get anything." I whine.

"First of all, the evidence against that is right in front of you." Angelo points to my empty plate off to the side. "And second, this place takes ages to get their desserts out and I don't feel like waiting for one."

I huff, letting my gaze wander out the nearest window.

Surprisingly, I don't startle when I feel Angelo's hand under my chin.

"Eyes on me, sugar." He turns my face towards him.

"Don't call me that." I move his hand away. "And why are you being so touchy?"

"What can I say? I'm a romantic." He laughs, but quickly leans, in dropping his voice. "And so are those two at the bar."

I glance over to the pair he's indicating towards. Your typically lovesick newlywed type. They're all over each other.

I try not to gag. "Thanks for that. Definitely wanted to get an eye full of drool kisses. I thought this was supposed to be a classy restaurant."

Angelo laughs. "What, not into voyeurism?"

"Nope, not my kink."

"Are you implying you do have one?"

"No, that was not the implication actually."

"But still a possibility."

"Even if it was, why would I tell you?"