His To Possess
He was young and had a cute smile, but he seemed ruggish.
“Che ne pensi?” 'What do you think?' The second guest spoke, tossing food in his mouth.
He looked familiar, but Calla couldn't remember where she had seen him.
“È una bomba,” 'She’s hot," the cute guest spoke again.
Calla didn't bother saying anything to either of them—even Rico. She went to the kitchen and grabbed herself a glass of water. All those fucking from last night had left her exhausted, she needed to hydrate.