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🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️Stacy — I have a theory (2)
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2025-07-28 09:31:43"I got bored waiting for you and decided to lie down for a bit. I must have dozed off," I said, my voice even, but my throat was dry and the words still wouldn't leave my head.
…make you kill Scott… If he turned the light on now, he'd see and I will have ruined our night. How many had I ruined already? How many times did he feel like he couldn't touch me because of what a fucked up mess I was? "You look beautiful," he said, his hands slipping up my legs, instantly making my heart beat faster again. That first touch was so electric I parted my legs for him instantly. Did he somehow know already even without the light? I was perfect. Not a quiver in my voice. How could he know? I felt a dip in the bed, then him crawling in between my legs. "How would you know? It's dark and you can't see," I said, really banking on that last part.
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His Mafia Princess 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️Stacy — I have a theory (2)
"I got bored waiting for you and decided to lie down for a bit. I must have dozed off," I said, my voice even, but my throat was dry and the words still wouldn't leave my head. …make you kill Scott… If he turned the light on now, he'd see and I will have ruined our night. How many had I ruined already? How many times did he feel like he couldn't touch me because of what a fucked up mess I was? "You look beautiful," he said, his hands slipping up my legs, instantly making my heart beat faster again. That first touch was so electric I parted my legs for him instantly. Did he somehow know already even without the light? I was perfect. Not a quiver in my voice. How could he know? I felt a dip in the bed, then him crawling in between my legs. "How would you know? It's dark and you can't see," I said, really banking on that last part.
His Mafia Princess Stacy — I have a theory (1)
The moment he left the coffee shop, I made arrangements to have the rest of my shift covered and went shopping for a new dress. Then I got my hair, nails and make up done. My excitement was palpable. I was on cloud nine, having finally gotten over the whole cappuccino mess. Being me, I even did some research ahead of time into the exhibition and the artist, so I would have some things to say to him. I wanted to be animated and conversational when he presented me with what he'd been surrounding himself with for the last few weeks. He deserved a lively back and forth instead of carrying the conversation like he had been for weeks now. Had I been leaning too hard on him? We were supposed to be in this together and I just sort of checked out. Well tonight would be different. Scott: Headed home now. See you soon? Stacy: Can't wait. Scott: Calm down, baby. Keep your legs together until after the exhibition. Stacy: Keep making
His Mafia Princess Stacy — Coffee shop moments (2)
I got you something," he said, pulling away from my mouth, lust flickering in his eyes. What am I supposed to do with those looks when they never go anywhere anymore, Scott? He set a velvet box down onto the table, turned it towards me and opened it up. "It's an anxiety ring. Not the fanciest thing for you to get as your first piece of jewellery from me, but," he explained, holding his hand out for me to give him mine. "It's so cute," I said, letting him put it on my finger. "I'm not going to stop asking you to go to therapy or quit this job, but in the meantime, maybe this will help. How it works is—" "I know how it works," I said, twisting the band around my finger. "Thank you. You're very sweet." "Hello, my coffee?" Mindy called out and I couldn't help but giggle. "Looks like the infamous Scott Brady magic has worn off. I better get back," I said, lowering my lips to his ear. "Smile at another woman like that again and I'll knee you in the balls. Okay?" When I tur
His Mafia Princess Stacy — Coffee shop moments (1)
Cappuccino. Did you know it's the world's most popular coffee drink? One word and I was completely fucked over for the rest of the day. After hearing the word, anxiety crippled my senses and I struggled to get by for the rest of the day. I knew the theory of making coffee like the back of my hand, but that didn't matter. Suddenly I was getting orders wrong, mixing drinks incorrectly, the works. No matter what I did, it played out the same way every time. If I did get it under control, hearing the word cappuccino again just made everything start all over. Sometimes it came at the very beginning of a shift. Sometimes it took a few minutes. Inevitably it would come though. I don't know what the fuck I had been trying to prove all these years. Taking barista job after job, trying to break the cycle of completely losing my shit every time. Even when Grandpa Kendrick's fixer offered me an assortment of choices for jobs to blend in, I still chose this.
His Mafia Princess Stacy — Who else would I have said it to? (3)
An hour ago, we had no clue what to do after hearing about the manhunt. So I did the only thing I could think of. I called Grandpa Kendrick. And here we were, on a private jet, sipping champagne. Grandpa Kendrick insisted on having us picked up when he learned about our predicament. He said he will meet us at his estate in New York, where we would be his guests while he made arrangements for us to leave the country. It was a quick, no questions asked, call. I wondered if Jenny had called ahead to prepare him. "So Europe," I said, bringing up the topic of not just going on the run, but leaving the country. Scott set his glass down, turned to me and took my hands in his. "I need to be perfectly clear about something," he said, looking far too serious for my liking. I knew last night meant no more giving him outs in case he thought that meant I didn't want him. Of course, if he did
His Mafia Princess Stacy — Who else would I have said it to? (2)
"You're letting Jeff into your head, even after he left us all high and dry seven years ago," Willow yelled back, clearly holding on to some of her own shit. Feeling guilty for causing unrest in Scott's family and for being about to take him away, I said, "Please stop arguing. I'm really sorry for what's about to happen, but I promise I will love him always." Lisa immediately turned away from Willow, my words having alarmed her into facing me once more. "What's about to happen?" she asked, her voice laced with panic and fear. Feeling like it wasn't my place to tell them, I tried to explain myself instead. "I know I'm wrong for him. He's the man I love. With my background, obviously I tried to leave him behind. Many times. He won't let me. If I were just another girl to him, if I thought for a second that it was just me that couldn't survive without him, I swear I'd leave him. I'd
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