Lucky Yet So Unlucky In Love

let my body fall on the

tequila I had earlier. I didn't have the opportunity to say goodbye to my par

p, m

and was about to fall asleep. But then my phone

calling now in s

my phone from my pouch and answerin

mean more than

e be easy on me, flow

Why is he still trying? I thought I made it clear

as only been seconds since I heard his voice yet he's already making my blood boil. He's already getting into my n

weet voice over the phone. He's still indeed trying to have me back.

t I don't want him. For me, he's just a man I met in a fashion eve

ounds like he's challenging me. He sounds like he's overconfident that I will never guess it right. "Because you couldn't find a hoe out

right,

o love to use countless endearments? I don't have a reason

en up and let you in my life again. You can't have me

et myself be entertained by them. But to be honest, without them, my life would be so b

e one last night

name. I love it wh

it, V

hoes, but they're not enough. Women are in line for m

n and women are made for each other. But can't women just be content with not

nt satisfacti

rella. I saw you come home late. Where were

hen I realized that he's one of the models that a famous brand here in Chicago requested to have for a fashion event happening next week. So, maybe I'm

over, Vincent.

grinning right now, and I can bet my w

t night is a good idea according to the back of my mind. And I also feel

eard my doorbell rang an

he door, he's going to crash his lips against

to regret this tom

ess and make sure that I look decent

y? I do

ening the door to ready myself

ill deny and push away the thought of me missing the way Vincent makes out with me. But right

miss

and then he shuts the door close. He makes

th

ose, perfectly shaped lips, and chartreuse eyes. And oh, that well-built bo

I'm wearing. And while doing it, I watch his eyes patiently watching every move I make. He's waiting for my dress to drop

ll, not even once. "Definitely not having any drink." Vincent chuckles and gathers me in his arms without any hesi

was almost a whisper,

clothes. My eyes feast on his heavenly body that he's willing to offer to his goddess. And when

tle himself on top of me. My legs automatically wrap around his hips and he took that as a sign to take my panties off. His other hand lands on my chest and he starts to work his magic on me. He plays w

w busy massaging my breasts while I'm busy arching my back in response. "Oh, Vincent." After he's satisfied w