He needs a place to live, she needs a baby daddy.
Pietro Santangelo and Marguerite White are students at prestigious Columbia University in New York City. She is a fun-loving, free spirit who finds herself in a bit of a familial bind, he is an exchange student with a chronic case of poverty. They concoct a plan that they think will work, not realizing how much changes with two simple words...
Pete merely looked at her and opened a box of books. He took some out and began placing them on the shelves, bending and stretching at his task. He had a nice back, broad shoulders and muscles that could be seen clearly under his light blue T-shirt.
Daisy watched for a minute, fascinated.
"Like what you see?" he asked without turning around.
She jumped at the sound of his voice. "Well, you're the only thing in the room that's moving, you know?" she said by way of explanation.
He turned around to look at her, books in either hand, a small grin on his face. "Of course, what was I thinking?" he asked rhetorically. "And look. We're both adults here, hm?" He looked carefully at her. "The couch we just brought up here cost fifty dollars at the second-hand store, and has to be at least thirty years old. I don't want to sleep on it, and I don't think you're going to want to sleep on it, either."
She shook her head.
"So the bed is nice and big," he continued. "I think we can manage, don't you? We can share the bed." He watched her for her reaction. "I give you my word this is not going to be a problem for me. At all. Is this going to be a problem for you?"
She looked at him. "Really? At all?" She recovered from the unintentional meaning of his words quickly. "No, it won't be a problem for me, either," she said firmly. "We can share the bed."
Content warning: This story contains mature sexual content, and themes of premarital sex and sexual assault.
Taking what's rightfully his (English version)(Completed)
37 parts Complete Mature
37 parts
Complete
Mature
This is the ENGLISH VERSION of TAKING WHAT'S RIGHTFULLY HIS!
"You're planning on leaving me again? Tell me, is that really how you see me? That after we made love last night, you would just go and leave me like nothing happened?" she looked down while trying her best not to let the tears that were threatening to fall from her eyes.
"Answer me, damn it!" He said in a thunderous voice. She got startled because of his loud voice but she couldn't help but to feel resentful towards him. Why was he acting as if she was the one who did something terrible to him? She pushed him away from her.
"Yes! I am planning on leaving this house because I can't stay here with you!" He looked at her with disbelief and....pain?
"Why?"
"Because-" she wanted to speak and tell his resentment towards him; all of the things that she's been keeping inside all time but nothing came out of her lips.
"What? You can't say anything? Admit it Gaelle! You still love me but you can't accept that fact that's why you're leaving! You're leaving because you're a coward!" her tears fell. She couldn't stop them. Why is this happening to her? Why do they have to meet again after all this time?
"That's not true!" She tried to sound stern and brave as she met his gaze. He smirked and stared at her intently like he wanted her to melt under his heated gaze.
"I know you very well, chérie. I know it's still me and no one else. The way you made love to me last night told me so" she couldn't accept what he was saying. Her brain was against it.
"Don't call me that! I hate you! I f*cking hate you!" She yelled and hit his chest with her fists.
"I told you before, chérie; you're mine and always be mine. No matter what you do, it's still me, Gaelle! Only me!" he hissed and then claimed her lips for a punishing kiss.
Highest rank in romance #17