"Are you rejecting me?" I ask, whispering as my heart was breaking into a million pieces. "No." he answers. "I...uh...huh...what?" I stutter. It didn't make sense. Why is he saying we can't be together but not reject me? "I just can't be with you." he says with a straight face, no emotion. "Then reject me." I tell him...
Angelo knew his mother was trying to play matchmaker when she suggested then paid for his maid service. The only problem was when he laid eyes on Francesca the maid standing barefoot in his kitchen, wearing his favorite tee shirt with possibly nothing under it, cooking his favorite dish, and singing one of his favorit...
The last girl was just checked in. Now the count down begins. 5.... This is how it works, us girls run into a building and go to different locations. 4.... We stay put or walk around until a male finds us and wishes to claim us has his. 3.... They claim you by marking you. You can guess what happens after the marking...
"Sutton, Damnit! ANSWER ME! WHO IS THE FATHER OF YOUR TWINS!?!?" He yelled at me. Who the hell does he think he is? "WHAT DOES IT MATTER!?!? ITS MY BUSINESS!" I yelled back. "I'M YOUR MATE I DESERVE TO KNOW WHO THE FATHER OF YOUR CHILDREN IS!" "YOU REIGECTED ME!" "THAT WAS A MISTAKE NOW TELL ME SUTTON CUZ I'M HAVING...