~Devin~
Milan, Italy. I’ve been here many times, toured around Europe, and nothing excites me anymore. Been with many girls, gorgeous places, fooled around with them, but this time it was different. It felt different.
~Devin~There was something about Ms. Green that enthused me every time I see her. She wears simple clothes yet the memory of her from Savannah, wearing those skimpy black string bikini was somehow imprinted on my mind. As I headed for the room, I took a quick shower and changed into my sweatpants and sweater. I have no plans of going out tonight. Unlike my sister and
~Devin~‘’Do you want to have ice cream?’’ I asked Ren as we sat on the bench close to the cathedral. We walked around this place for about thirty minutes nonstop and she roamed around like a kid at Disneyland.
~Devin~She lowered her eyes on her cup of coffee as her thumbs circle the lid. “My job was all I have left after my boyfriend broke up with me and it was one of my weakest days, I guess.” She smiled bitterly before continuing. “At least I get to say my three wishes, right?”
~Ren~Someone was sledgehammering my head, and someone was pulling my eyelids down. I groaned in pain as I forced my body to work properly. I don’t know how I got up, but I’m under the shower now and the warm water was helping ease away the hangover left by the clubbing I did with Eve and Coleen last night.
~Ren~Ren and fun. I kept repeating it like a chant in my head as they dressed me up and put makeup on my face. The dress Eve lent me was a British racing green sleeveless dress at the center with fine sparkling trim. The smooth bodice hugged my body and created a stunning look actually, and the skirt has a soft flared shape with full length hem and the color was lovel
~Ren~Dancing just a few feet from us was Max and a blond in his arms. Max was wearing his dark blue suit and the blond in his arms was wearing a dark golden dress which highlighted her curvaceous body beautifully.
~Ren~ My grip on his immediately loosened as my cheek felt hot. ‘’Sorry’’ I said sheepishly, looking into his eyes. Devin chuckled while he poured red wine on two port glasses from his hand. Where did that come from? I didn’t even see him take those when we stepped in on the lift. We sat on one of the outdoor couches facing the beautiful view of the city. He handed me a glass, and I took a big sip, and I coughed as soon as the liquid hit my throat. ‘’Whew...’’ I shake my head ‘’that was... that is strong.’’ He chuckled again and simply took a sip of his drink after nosing it. “Sherry” he raised the bottle resting on the table. I knew he was a wine connoisseur, based on observation of course. Whenever I book his dates, he always asks for a very specific kind of wine f
~Ren~‘’Fine’’ I whispered to myself and caught up with him. Devin isn’t such a bad tour guide. He actually knows a lot about Milan, and I like the sound of his voice when he’s telling a story about the structures we came across.