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I noticed the way Luciano was trying to act good. He did the chores, made breakfast and stayed out of my way.He's been doing it for a week and everytime I see him, I just try to brush it off.He was still looking miserable and sometimes he stayed out late and didn't come home.I tried to keep my mind busy most times to avoid thinking of him and the whole crappy things he did.I looked a my reflection in the mirror and applied more lipgloss to my lips.I used the hair comb to comb my hair backward then used a hair pin to neatly hold the hair from falling to my sides.When I was done, I picked up my purse and walked out from the room.When I got to the sitting room, I saw Luciano sitting on the couch with the remote in his hands.He wasn't watching anything cause the TV was turned off and that made me wonder what he was really up to."Where are you going?" He said when he turned to me."Out," I blurted not willing to keep a conversation going."That dress is too revealing," he pointed
The silence, the nagging. Yeah, tye nagging seem odd because I have being the one doing all the nagging. I boarded a cab and slid into it gently. A smile formed on my lips and I just tried to remain calm. Although I wasn't calm Luciano let me go to school on my own and that was the reason for the feeling of contentment and whatever.The driver drove at a normal speed and when we arrived at the school, I opened the door hurriedly. I checked my wrist watch and saw I was right on time.I gave him some bucks and smiled "Thanks!" I said and watched him drive away.I turned back to the building and walked into the class. Everyone was already seated and that just meant I was a bit late.I walked to my desk and sat down gently. "Good morning class," the English professor said as she walked into the class.I turned in her direction."Well, I won't be taking much of your time cause you have to get your works submitted and get your project topics. Anyway, I'm only here to remind y
I kept trying to figure out the best excuse to come up with.I hit my forehead gently and then scoffed at all the lines I had come up with."Take a deep breath Tiff," I told myself. "Ourgh."I turned to look at my reflection in the mirror and tried practicing some of the sentences I could tell Luciano."Uh, can I go out? I think it's important that you let me. Oh no no," I scoffed. "That sounds authoritative and he'll think I'm trying to boss him around.""Okay, how about, Luciano please can I go out? Please I'll be back soon."I looked at the mirror and shook my head in disapproval. "Sounds like I'm too needy.""You know what?" I blurted. "I'm done with this whole thing. I don't have to take permission!"Aware that I was only trying to make myself feel better, I growled loudly.I needed a life outside Luciano but he'd never let that happen. He kept being the possessive and over protective person he has always been. "Maybe I should just try and see what he says. Maybe he'll let me t
I didn't want to talk to him and that was so annoying. It had not being well for me. It was like Luciano would intentionally be late, sluggish, suspicious, and annoying at the same time. "Oh shit," I mumbled when I checked my wristwatch and saw I was already running late. "It's my fucking exam for crying out loud!" I said again and tossed my bag away. Luciano was being so slow and I didn't want to call him. I had no other option cause any more minute spent in this house would make me miss my exam. I kicked the door open and turned to the hallway leading to Luciano's room. It took a few steps but when I finally got there, I shoved the door open. There he was, taking off his clothes. He stopped when he saw me and looked at me. His expression was so blank, it was like I had jumped into something I shouldn't have and I don't give a hoot! "We're running late," I told him in case he was in another world of his. I needed him back in reality so I could
LUCIANO'S POV I swallows the lump that formed in my throat as she spoke. She was getting on my nerves with the comparison and she knew it. She can't survive this life without me and she knew it!! She need me! She need me to protect her!! She need me to love her, to care to her and show her what she need to be! Damn, Tiff is so naive! I wonder how I didn't notice all this while and mend that shit for her. "Am I not right?" She asked again. "You're jealous because you know he is a better man than—" "Enough!!!" I yelled and sprawled to my feet with one of my hands lifted up in the air. "Enough of this bullshit Tiffany!!" She flinched at first but soon crossed her hands on her chest and looked at me. "What now?" She asked like she was daring me to do something. "Huh?? What now?" She didn't mean to do this? I Know.I won't hit her again! The last time was a mistake and i will never do that again. But that would not stop me from telling her the tr
She kissed me with a hunger that matched my own. Her hands helped to take off my clothes in a haste as she was panting hard. I also reached for what was left on bet clothes and tried to take it off. "Ourgh, fuck," Tiffany moaned as I tossed the clothe away. Her moans sent blood flowing through my already painfully hard cock. As much as I wanted to take her right then and there, I needed to get a grip of myself. "Fuck me," she whispered and whatever I said before became invalid.My fingers clawed the slender shape of her back as my kiss traced her jaw. Little by little, I dropped kisses on her neck till I got to her V-line.I wanted more of her, all of her. I wanted to scrutinize her inside and explore every part of her body but I was too gone to even realize what I was doing.I reached for her soft breasts and sucked on it. She held my head and helped me get in a better position on top her.My fingers admired her slender waist as I found my way across her
I stood right there in the sitting room facing the window bind. Although I wasn't lost in thought but had no track of what was happening around me. I just don't have the time to cope with the world and my thoughts. I paced around trying to get my anger in check but it wasn't working. I let Tiffany have some freedom and now she was using it to see Massimo. I couldn't bring myself to understand why she'd be getting close to Massimo and letting him touch her.No matter how hard I tried, it didn't make no sense to me. It all felt like a stupid joke that I needed to stop."So what now?" Tiffany asked from the couch she was sitting.I ignored her cause it was because of her I am this pissed. If only she listened and stopped playing around, I wouldn't have to think of ways to—"Luciano I'm talking to you," she interrupted."And what the fuck am I supposed to do if you're talking to me?" I yelled at her."Listen?" She suggested. "Isn't that supposed to be a thing?" "No,
I slammed the car door behind me and strutted the keys to lock the car. I had no idea when Massimo would show up but he said he'd meet me here. I looked around before taking strides toward the place I chose to meet him. That awkwardness, it was like I wasn't doing the right thing and I was doing the right thing at the same time.I felt a flush of anxiety as I got closer to the bar but I brushed it off and checked my hoodie for my gun. It wasn't my first time so feeling foe my gun brought back memories. Just that that day, that faithful night I had agreed to mmet him. Give years ago, I was wearing a similar hoodie and checking for my gun. I also had that feeling, that gut feeling like I wasn't doing anything right but because I wanted to show my dad that I wasn't a coward, I shot it. At that point, I wondered if I want be tempted to shot him at this bar. I felt I would be tempted to just end what I started and make my father know I wasn't useless at all. I touched