OVERDRIVE (Plus Size BWWM)

OVERDRIVE (Plus Size BWWM)

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"I just don't get it Valentino!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, throwing any and everything at his head. Shoes, pillows, picture frames- I truly mean anything in my reach. The only sounds that echoed through his vacant home were my screams and glass shattering. He thought he had broken me but the only emotion that ran through my veins at this moment was rage. I was ANGRY. Angry at him, angry at myself, angry at the events unfolding right before my eyes. All he could do was look at me. After all this time I still couldn't read him. His eyes were emotionless-blank. And at that moment, I knew this was just a waste of my energy. My screams halted and were quickly replaced with my laughter. Mascara ran down my face as I paced the living room collecting my things. "I'm fucking leaving. You're a coward and nothing you could possibly do will change my fucking mind. Fuck you." I spat with venom. In the midst of this he still just looked at me. All he could do was fucking look. No words, nothing. Just that stupid blank stare with those stupid green eyes. I took one final look at him, noticing the fresh cut on his cheek that I created in my fit of throwing picture frames. He was unfazed by it all. But that was nothing new. ..... This story is BWWM/ Interracial! The main character is also Plus Size so if that bothers you feel free to exit now !
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Silence. "HUH?" He laughs aiming the gun at my head. "Does this scare you, babe," he yells with anger. My heart was beating so fast it felt like I was bout to explode. I have never had a gun pointed at me before and damn it's scary. It does scare me but I can't let him know that. I look at him and see the devil in his eyes. He stares at me pointing the gun. "Why do you have blood on you?" I ask with a shaky voice. I take a deep breath. I cannot show him that I'm scared. "Where did you go yesterday?" he asks getting closer. "The fucking museum" I spat at him. "Watch your tone there babe," he says as he gets on the bed crawling towards me. He sits on top of me. He taps my forehead with the gun and with each tap he says a word. "Where" tap. "The" tap "Fuck" tap "Did" tap "You" tap "Go?". ~~~~~~ 18-Year-old Kehlani Paris ran away from LA. Only to make it to New York. The huge city she thought she would escape her fears. She was wrong. Instead, she bumps heads with the ruthless heartless billionaire Kilo Valentino turns her life around. From being Mr. Valentino's PA to being his wife she's living hell on earth. Lani slowly discovers the secrets Kilo has been hiding and the real reason for her marriage. Instant regrets, Lies, Desires, and hatred all form this perfect couple The Valentino's. MATURE CONTENT⚠️⚠️❌❌🛑🛑 Please be advised that this story contains mature themes and strong language. THIS IS NOT KEHLANI FANFICTION!! #1 In Kehlani! #2 In Fake Love

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