Lorraine Lebedeva
"You have a serious problem, Lora." Haletta sneered.
I rolled my eyes.
"I have a serious problem, you're the one who randomly asked them out!" I protested.
Just because I always do a background check on guys I go out with isn't being a creep at all. I'm being responsible.
I'm not the one going around asking random people to have dinner and go to their house later on.
"Just tell me their names Haletta and stop being a pain in the ass," I said. "Stop, just stop," she said, throwing her hands in the air.
"Okay fine. Make sure you tell me everything when you get back." I declared openly.
She stopped searching in her closet and faced me. "You are coming."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Lorraine shut the fuck up and accept that you are coming!" she yelled, throwing one of her bras at me.
I caught it and threw it on the bed. "See this..." I said, waving my hands back and forth towards Haletta. "This is why you are single."
"No, it's because I'm too hot to date." she flexed.
I gagged and rolled my eyes. "Such a control freak, we always get to do what you want but never do what I want." I cried.
She laughed and threw a black jumpsuit on the bed. "Babe, we always do what I want because you are boring." she asserted.
I rolled my eyes and threw myself on her bed.
It was silent for a moment. "My birthday is coming up." she announced randomly.
"And..."
"And I want you to get me a crystal glass dildo," Haletta said while she checked out her breasts in the mirror.
I gasped. "What the hell Haletta!" I laughed. She turned around and crossed her arms. "I'm serious."
I immediately stopped laughing and looked at her with wide eyes.
I swear this woman is something else.
"No, I will not get you a dildo, why do you even want a dildo Haletta?!"
"Oh you know the usual is to randomly shove it up people's ass when I'm bored or curl my hair with it." she sarcastically let out.
I rolled my eyes. "Wow."
"Just get me one and move on." she spoke.
I will not get her a dildo. "Fine if it will shut you up."
She clapped her hands in excitement and blew a kiss. "See, now that's called being a good cousin."
Her birthday is a month away so I have plenty of time to get her a better present than a dildo.
Haletta's phone pings and she quickly grabs her phone. "Ohh, it's them." she said excitedly.
"They will be here in ten minutes."
I stand up and walk over to the mirror. "I don't look bad." I said out loud.
My red hair is curled and my makeup is light. I'm wearing a solid contrast lace cami top with high waisted jeans and black boots.
"You look cute." Haletta complimented.
I turned around and Haletta wore a tight red dress that was mid-thigh length.
We both left her room and sat on the couch as we waited for them.
Haletta turned on the tv, flicking through channels to find something to watch. "Tv is boring." she announced.
She stopped when a song began to play. "Fuck, I love this song!"
The intro played out and Haletta stood up pretending like she's performing at a concert.
"Nine in the morning, The man drops his kids off at school." she sang as she swayed her hips side to side.
I think this is Harry Styles.
"SHE!" she yelled out.
I was startled and glared at her. "Haletta!" I yelled.
"She lives in daydreams with me!" she yelled again but this time in my face. "I hate you." I said pulling out my middle finger.
"SHE!" Haletta yelled again and giggled.
She checked her phone and smiled. "Holy shit they are here."
She turned the tv off and grabbed her purse then ran to the door. "Hurry up!"
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We stood outside like maniacs as we waited for them. "I thought you said they were outside," I said, running my fingers through my hair.
"They said they were," she said disappointed.
I was about to speak but I was distracted when I saw a car slowly driving towards us. "That's them," she announced with excitement.
They pulled up with a black Range Rover. The windows were tinted so we couldn't see them.
The car door opened and a man stepped out.
How did Haletta manage to get guys like them!
The man is very buff. His long dark hair looked wet as it covered half his eyes. His lips look moist and kissable with a defined jaw and a stubble beard. He wore a black turtleneck, black tapered trousers with a long off-white coat, and Oxford shoes.
He slicked his hair back and when I tell you this man is so fine.
His green eyes complimented his olive-toned skin with his long eyelashes and thick sharp eyebrows.
He smiled, showing off his white teeth. "Haletta." he greeted with his Italian accent.
The other approached us wearing black ripped jeans, a tucked-in white shirt and a leather jacket with Chelsea boots.
He has dirty blond hair with golden-brown eyes, and he had a scar on his right cheek. It looked hot.
I find scars attractive on guys.
"Lora, this is Marcello." she pointed to the guy with a turtleneck. "And that's Rhett.'' She introduced the blonde guy.
Marcello and Rhett.
Aren't these the guys that left with Raphaël the other day?
They both looked at me and smiled.
"Nice meeting you Lorraine," Rhett spoke with an American accent.
Shit.
Lorraine Lebedeva"Which restaurant are we going to?" Haletta questioned as she entered the car. "Our place." Rhett said.I turned around and tried to run back inside but Marcello was blocking my chance to escape.I awkwardly cleared my throat, tucking a few strands of hair behind my ear.I entered the vehicle and Marcello shut the car door."I have a weird feeling about them," I whispered to Haletta. "You're just overreacting." she waved me off.Seriously, one thing I hate about Haletta is that she never listens to anyone, she's very stubborn.I rolled my eyes then crossed my arms. "Just shake it off." Haletta drawled."I just have a bad feeling about them," I answered absently. Haletta looked at me under her dark eyelashes with her infamous pursed-lips-you-ruin-everything expression.I hate it whenever I'm out, whether with my cousins or friends and I have a bad feeling about this place or person- I inform them but they brush me off and always say 'i ruin the fun'.I think I'm alway
Lorraine LebedevaI sat there as I watched Haletta and the others play in the pool. The sun was hot, sparkling off the blue water as Haletta emerged from the pool. The water ran down her shoulders all the way to her long toned legs, her hair slicked back and her make-up still in place.How the hell does she manage to look like a hot super-model while coming out of the pool like those girls in the Hollywood movies.I get out of the pool like I'm in a war zone holding on to the edges of the pool as if my life depends on it with my hair looking like I was having hardcore sex underwater and don't get me started on the makeup.My gaze flicked to Raphaël across the yard, he sat on his chair with his legs spread wide open. He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees as he went through his phone. He only had on black joggers and a white vest that hugged his flat stomach. Light stubble covered his jaw. His dark hair looked messy and fluffy as it kissed his forehead. I wanted to run
Lorraine LebedevaHe pulled my tank top over my head and tossed it on the couch beside him. My bare chest was exposed to him. “Cazzo.” He groaned. I breath against his lips, but all my thoughts vanished when he kneeled in front of me as he unbuttoned my jeans, sliding my pants down my slim hips. I step out of it still wearing my black boots. Raphaël placed his hands beside my hips, his head tilted back with desire. I glanced at him with hooded eyes. He clenches my pink lace panties between his teeth. I watch him as he slides them down my legs. His hands gripped low on my ass and I gasped when his fingers brushed my clit, teasing my entrance. “Fuck red, your wet.” He groaned. I tensed when his fingers began to rub against me. Biting my lip I run my fingers through Raphaël’s soft hair. I was caught off guard when Raphaël picked me up then placed me on the couch. He kneeled between my legs, spreading them apart.“Tell me to stop and I will.” I nodded my head and he grinned as h
Lorraine LebedevaI can’t sleep. I can’t stop thinking about him. This is not how I imagined my stay here in Paris would turn out. I informed Aunt Nadine that Haletta would be staying with me for the night, she didn’t mind. It’s currently 21:30 pm and I still haven’t informed my father that I want to go home. Should I tell him over text or in person? Maybe in person it would be better. I sighed as I laid in my bed staring up at the ceiling, lost in my thoughts. I don’t know much about Raphaël. No scratch that I barely know the man. Yet I want him, all to myself. I chuckled to myself. Since when did I become possessive over a man?I didn’t know older men were my type. I’m turning nineteen in two months and I thought I would find a twenty year old man but no, I'm going crazy over a man who’s almost thirty… People really do change. I hopped off my bed, headed straight for the door. I opened my door and made my way to my fathers room. I hope he's there. When I finally reach
Lorraine LebedevaI woke up to the sound of banging. I squinted my eyes when the sunlight blinded me, I groaned and grabbed my phone on the night stand, I switched it on and checked the time it read 09:12 am. “Lorraine!” I hear Haletta call out from the hallway. I rolled my eyes then covered my face with the blanket. I’m still angry at her. “Lora, please open the door!” I lie on the bed, perfectly still as I wait for Haletta to go away. Five minutes have past and she’s still at the door. I mumble something under my breath and finally decide to open the door for her. I stretched my arms out as I menderd my way to the door, I yawned tiredly and opened the door to find Haletta standing there as she wore a Split Hem Tartan Bodycon Dress and black sneakers.I noticed that she had a pink box in her hand. She smiled weakly. “Morning.” She greeted me. “What?” I declared. “Can I come inside, I bought your favorite cupcakes.” I raised a brow. “Blueberry.” She noted. I opened the do
Lorraine Lebedeva An ugly feeling crept up my spine and through my body. Aunt Nadine and Haletta were busy in the kitchen preparing dinner. When we arrived here I could sense that my father was uncomfortable. Probably because Aunt Nadine looked like she was going out on a fancy date just to impress my father. I questioned Haletta, why her mother is wearing all fancy, she simply shrugged. It gave me second hand embarrassment; we were all wearing casual clothes except for her. “Did you have fun with Haletta?” My father’s voice interrupted my thoughts. I caught his gaze and said. “Yes, we did.” He nodded and proceeded to play with the fork in front of me. I felt guilty because my father is putting himself in an uncomfortable position just for me. I opened my mouth to talk but closed it again when Haletta entered the room with bowls of salad and bread. She set the bowls on the table and took a seat beside me. “My mom will be done in a minute.” Haletta informed my father. He n
Raphael Romano “Mr. Romano, we will be l-landing in an h-hour.” The flight attendant stammered.We left France an hour ago, I received a call from my father saying I am needed back in Italy.Nodding, I rested my head on the chair and watched the moron as he poured me a glass of whiskey.I narrowed my eyes as the guy couldn’t pour the whiskey right.Marcello glared at the flight attendant, ready to beat the shit out of him. I snatched the bottle from his hands.“I’m sor-”“Don’t say sorry.” I said in a low hiss. “Leave us.” Marcello groaned.His eyes widened and he stepped back then walked away.“As I was saying…” Marcello trailed off. “We know the little princess is easy to manipulate and surprisingly has not informed her father about the two of you.”I hummed and poured myself a glass of whiskey.“She is a feisty one.” I simply said.And naughty.“It will be easy to play her.” Marcello stated, pouring himself a glass of whiskey.I played with the rim of the glass, a small sarcastic
Lorraine Lebedeva 3 DAYS LATER "What?!" "We are leaving tomorrow." My father repeated. I purse my lips. "But we have-" "A few more days." He finished my sentence. I scrunch in my seat and press my head against the window. "I know you wanted to stay here longer but something came up and right now it's not safe for you to be out in the open." He explained. "Why?" I asked. Not sure why I asked because I already knew the answer. "Do you remember when I told you about the Italians...?" I nodded. He sighed. "Well, they are after you." His brow knitted, confused as to why I didn't react. He probably expected me to be shocked or terrified but my face was blank. I was not fazed by the mere thought of the Italians coming after me. Why? Because I have already crossed paths with them including Raphael, who also touched me in a way I haven't been touched before by any man. "Oh." I simply said. "Oh?" he repeated as if it's his first time hearing the word. "Oh-uh I-I don't know how