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"Hi fans, it's Mikey, your baddest buddy, ever wondered what Adam must have looked like when he found out he was naked? I think I have something to show that! Here you guys go. Enjoy and don't forget to subscribe!" "Hey, my naughty bitches, it's your girl barbie doll, I have a naughty video for you guys as usual! Hahaha, feel free to lick your screens!" "Standing in front of the famous Lady's Galaxy. I bring you guys the latest. You can call him the modern-day Adam. But gosh, he got such a tiny dick. What a turn-off. Well, enjoy guys!" ... One by one, the people cheerfully make their introductions, after which, they turn the camera to the young man.

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“You’re hot and you post pictures of yourself in a bikini. Your account isn't set to private so why wouldn’t I follow you?” ‘He thinks I’m hot?’ Alice thought, raising her brows. Alice tried to think up an excuse for the angry post she’d written but came up blank. Luckily, the older brother barged in and started talking to Adam. He looked nothing like Adam. Short, slender, and covered in tattoos. Even his face had ink; something her mates said only criminals and rappers got. Alice didn’t really have an opinion on it either way, though noticed it made him mean-looking, which was probably the intention.

"I detest people walking out on me." She tisked, relaxing comfortably in her seat. "You'll have to get used to it, il mio cattivo. It's a perchant of mine." He raised a brow. "My nickname for you." Her lips curled up, "My bad guy." He rolled his eyes but said nothing else. "So tell me" She waved off the waiter, "Who is Domenico de Cerintti?" "Answer it for yourself." "I don't know which is why I ask you."

she waved her hand around. "A baddie is a girl who is always slaying the game and always on fleek. Though some of them are feminine individuals who are self-assured, goal-orientated, and empowering. They can do anything to get rich. Like the parade of leggy blondes with enormous jugs that he shows up with always introduce themselves that way." She mimicked shaking a hand and began fluttering her eyelashes. "Hi, I'm Barbie doll and the baddest." She started cracking up at her own joke. Her laughter was contagious, and I soon had the giggles as well. I was enjoying being with her and laughing at her despicable brother.

The supposedly bad boy that I’m to fall for. . . TBC Written By Authoress Kamara .

Months later. ”Bring that house, honey,” I tell Toni. We were starting to unpack in our new house. It was a beautiful residence in Iowa, here was most of my family. And here I would study the university. There were three weeks left to enter. "This is the last one," he tells me, putting the last box on the floor. "Daddy, daddy, the boy next door told me he was ugly," Hillary tells her father. "But you're not ugly, you're very pretty," he replies. He had noticed that Hillary talked more since he was with us. I was more cheerful. And that made me feel good. "Do you think I'm ugly, Fabiana?" The little girl asks me hanging on my legs. "Of course not." You are a little Ada and the ADAS are pretty

I just hoped that the evening went good with the bad boy. But then putting good and bad boy in the same sentence was bizarre and absurd. It was like having Jay Z and Solange in the same room. It would probably end up in a disaster. I blew a breath of air intent on not getting affected by whatever would happen in near future. Bad boys are bad addictions!

“How bad was the day?” Olivia considered. “Scale of one to ten?” “Sure.” “Jack.” Tessa didn’t hesitate. “We’ll take six. To start.” The waiter nodded and disappeared. “Love that for us,” Isabella said, adjusting her bracelet. The shots arrived quickly. Clear liquid in neat little glasses, lime wedges on a small plate beside them. They didn’t wait. Glasses clinked. “To bad decisions,” Tessa declared. “To better ones,” Isabella corrected.

One of the guys grabbed me by my waist and walked with me on his shoulder toward the black van that was down the road. I screamed, scratched his face and hit him but he didn’t react, he kept walking toward the black van. The front door opened, and Smash got out of the black van. He wore his daily theme—A white T-shirt, white pants, and red sneakers. He slapped me so hard that I fell to the ground. I got a little dizzy from the slap. “How dare you?”. He was furious. He looked like he was ready to kill me. He looked at me like I was his worst enemy. I was in deep shit.