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Chapter 11

Author: Tee writes
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-07 01:55:34
Melanie

When we got to the boutique, Aria practically jumped out of the car and ran inside like she was chasing candy. I stayed behind with my mom, trying to fix my hair in the car mirror. My mom was already stepping out, humming some old Spanish song.

As we entered, this woman in a tight black dress with shiny black hair and a name tag that said Uriela walked right up to Dante.

“Oh! Dante…” she practically purred, flipping her hair behind her shoulder.

I swear, she almost licked him with her eyes. I felt my cheeks heat up, and I looked away quickly.

Dante just gave her a slow nod, like he was used to women acting like that.

“Are you here for Aria?” she asked, her voice all breathy.

He nodded again. “Yeah.”

When we stepped inside Aria was already shouting from the racks, “Maria! Melanie! Come see this one!”

I started to walk over, and my mom held my arm. I couldn’t help but notice the wide smile on her face.

“Why are you smiling like that?” I asked.

“Doing this al
Tee writes

Hi, lovers of Wanting my step brother or should I call you all (WMS) lovers. Anyways, things are about to get heated from here. 😭😭get your coffee mugs ready and also while you wait for the new chapters…listen to Damiano David born with a broken heart🎶🎶 I played it while writing this chapter. I hope you love it. Leave a comment if you enjoyed the song.

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