My Tyrant CEO
'Sara, mon amour, I-'
Had she always been this beautiful? Her tussled hair, makeup free face, the baggy clothes on her – she looked like an angel. My brown hair, brown eyed Bosnian angel.
Her voice was music in my ears, her female scent made me dizzy. I was overcome with proudness and love as she met my eyes. This woman here was my girlfriend. The woman with the crooked grin, big heart and dedicated mindset.
'I'm so proud of you, Michael', Sara said with shining eyes. 'I'm so proud of you.'
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