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I’ve never had a man meet my sexual desire not even my own husband.
My husband, Leonardo, doesn’t last on the bed for long, if I’m lucky it’s for 3 minutes, No foreplay, no eye contact, and he doesn’t have the size that meets my expectations.
“It’s so discouraging.”
Our relationship is like a car without brakes, useless and loveless.
If you may ask why I married him my dumbass would say ‘because he was my child hood crush’
I never attract nice men all my life, maybe that’s because of the way my dad treated my mom when I was growing up. Or maybe it’s because I act stupid most times.
Leonardo doesn’t pay the bills, he doesn’t even fuck the right way, and saddest part is he puts his hands on me every fucking time I get back home from work or visit a friend. I can’t watch him do that, I always fight back.
Sometimes I have to stop myself from murdering the Monster.
He thinks I cheat. That’s why he fights me all the time.
We just had a little misunderstanding and he slapped the hell out of me a few minutes ago after I got back from the supermarket, so I left.
He was upset I didn’t make dinner before going out, I can’t cook for a bastard, not anymore.
Leonard is the types of man, that’s makes ladies run anyway from marriage.
My dad, Matteo, called to ask if I would go out to get a drink with him because it’s important. My dad is some kind of a Gang leader, I don’t know what kind of ‘gang’ but he’s always busy.
I was already at the bar planning to cheat on my husbands, since he believes I do cheat, so I agreed to speak to my dad about whatever is important.
My dad is a very powerful man, so powerful that he made me carry a gun or a dagger wherever I’m going to. I was always interested in my dad’s lifestyle growing up, but my mom wasn’t in support.
She left me with my dad and took my brother. I still got to see them, but her attitude towards me over the years has changed.
My dad is Italian and black, but he never taught me Italian because that’s the language he spoke when talking to his business people, so I won’t be able to understand.
My mom is an African, meaning she’s black. I took her black complex, but my mom has a curly hair and I took after my dad’s straight hair.
I’m very insecure in myself and part of that has to do with who I decided to marry.
Looking over at the entrance of the bar I see my dad and this mysterious guy walking behind him.
My dad is a tall guy, standing at 6’9 and this guy is the same height as him. I’m 5’10. I got my height from my mom.
As he came closer his features became more apparent, brown straight hair, plumed lips, bright brown eyes, he has nice tattoos all over his arms. He grins at me once he spots me staring at him.
This would definitely be the kind of man, I will love to cheat on with Leonardo, but my dad is here.
I’m pretty sure he thinks I’m a creep because I can’t stop staring at him.
My eyes still on him, I feel like I stopped in time before, I knew it my dad leans down hugging me, “Alecia! My baby,” he bursts out before kissing me on my cheeks.
Looking over at the guy sitting at the other side, from me I move over allowing my dad to sit next to me, and I smile at the both of them.
He looks like a serious guy, like someone working for my dad. My dad is definitely part of one powerful gang.
I see the guy eyes travel down to my cleavage, the top half of my boobs peaked out from my blue strap dress.
When I smiled at him he didn’t even smile back.
“He looks to serious”
My dad starts speaking and the guy eyes quickly stood up with his attention on my dad. “Alecia this is Carlo,” the guy smiles towards me, finally! and my dad looks at Carlo,” and Carlo this is my daughter Alecia.”
“Baby,” Carlo say leaning his elbows on the table.
His accent pair with his deep voice is enough to turn me on, especially for a French accent, I wasn’t expecting that voice, and probably it would sound better if he was fucking me.
“Are you French?” I ask and continue, “and I’m definitely not your baby,” I laugh leaning back against the chair with my hands on my lap.
While playing with my fingers I took out my rings and put them in my bag.
“You are the sexiest woman I have seen.” Carlo said.
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