You're my Muse

You're my Muse

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"Mmm why do I feel sunrays on my eyelids? There is never this much sunlight in my room in the mor-Then again I was drunk last night so maybe I opened the curtains by mistake... Yeah let's go with that I thought while pulling the covers over my head. As I moved around to find comfort, I felt someone else in bed with me. "...Ok I guess we decided to just come back to my place after the club," I thought. Welp usually I cuddle up to pillows but since they are here they will just have to do, I thought while scooting in closer until I felt an arm come around my waist. "Uhhh! Why is my friend's arm muscular and why is there something poking me on the butt??" I questioned. I slowly rolled over praying that this was all a dream. When I opened my eyes, I was absolutely mortified. My face was inches away from a shirtless male's chest. His six pack was perfectly sculpted all the way down to his v-cut. Oh thank God he had on boxers. "Ok ok don't panic Jules. Sneak out first then panic," I tried to tell myself. I gently turned myself back over to where I was facing away from the glorious body. If I was going to sneak out of bed it would be smarter to go from my side I thought. Somewhere between me turning over my butt accidentally rubbed against his manhood which made him let out the sexiest moan I've ever heard in my entire life. I completely froze in shock. "You do know it's not polite to provoke people like that??" The guy said voice on the deep and husky side. Wait a second I've only met one person with that accent before, I thought. When I brought my head from under the covers, I came face to face with a bright blue eyed Bruno with a pure evil smirk on his face. "You're so going to pay for that love," he threatened. Before I knew it, I was laying on top of his body and his arms were wrapped around me so I couldn't move.
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𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐚 I downed a shot of tequila, allowing the burning liquid to slide down my throat and settle in my stomach. I deserved to have some fun without boundaries. I poured a second glass and it disappeared as quickly as the first. Then came the third, fourth and fifth. Still I wasn't satisfied. My landlady was a bitch, I was fired and my boyfriend cheated on me. My nerves were shot to hell! My eyes lazily scanned the nightclub as I consecutively downed my sixth shot for the evening. Life's a bitch. 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐨 𝐆𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐫𝐨 I sat in the VIP section of the club, a glass of vodka in my hand as I watched the woman several yards away drowning herself in tequila. My lips curled in amusement. The red dress she wore showed a generous amount of cleavage, her ass was ripe and full, begging to be groped. She looked to be eighteen. I wondered what a pretty thing like her was doing in a place like this, drinking like there was no tomorrow. Not that it was any of my business. Women came, got laid and wasted in this nightclub every night. Nothing special to see here. "Muori figlio di puttana." I pulled the trigger on my gun and shot the Mexican in the head after he was caught stealing coke from my warehouse. Blood splattered everywhere, staining the walls and my designer suit. I tucked my gun back in my pocket and left the ally. "He killed a guy!" I shrieked as I turned to run away from there as fast as possible. Just as I was about to run back inside, a large hand clamped around my neck and I was pressed up against a rock solid chest. My jaw was caressed by - a gun!? "Going somewhere piccola?" a deep voice whispered in my ear. "Let me go, you sick twisted bastard!" I growled. "Feisty and a foul mouth. I like it," he chuckled. "You killed someone! I'm calling the cops!" I shouted. "Princess I own the cops," he said stroking my face. "and now I own you. Say goodbye to your old lif

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