CHAINED
I frustratedly ran my candle - like fingers on my smooth black hair.
My rebelling soul awakened. No one, ever dared to order a
Giovanni Almadovar.
I smirked, when an idea popped out in my mind.
I turned my back at the door and started walking back on my bed and reclaim my deep slumber. When the door flung open, and the emotionless, gorgeous, lunatic reappeared.
Now, I really need to break my, 'no cussing policy'.
I smirked at her, when I saw a grimmed expression.
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