CHAPTER 11
HEAVEN SENT
Angelina
I wake up to a raging headache and on the cliff of vomiting
all over my bed. My dress is still on, but my makeup is off when I
look in the mirror. Everything comes rushing back to me. The club,
the game, the drive home, Nico putting me to bed. I slightly recall
falling asleep to his hands on my face in smooth strokes, and the
thought of him taking care of me makes my heart flutter a thousand
beats too fast. Then I remember the undeniable bruise on my face,
shit . There ’ s no way he didn ’ t see it.
I remember bits and pieces of the car ride home. His black
Lamborghini with black leather seats, the pure lust in his eyes, the
scent of whisky and arousal filling up the small space, him
pocketing my new panties, and how big he was . It was all too much
to handle, so why do I want it all over again?
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