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I'm sipping my beer as surveying the room. Actually, my eyes are looking for one body only. That one I have memorized from head to toes; that one I see in the evenings, before I fall asleep; the one body I see first when I wake up every morning. In my thoughts. My Chloe. So euphoric and sexy that she draws everybody's attention when she enters the room. Horny stares from men and the jealous one from women. She stands by the island in the center of the room, filling her cup with beer- clearly oblivious that she's not alone. Although I know that she senses I'll come to her. She is like the beautifull rose that'd grown up in a thorns. What a shame.. Her mother is the breadwinner of their family, but unfortunately, she's the one abused by her husband-long term unemployed alcoholic. And Chloe's father. Chloe absolutely defies the environment she grew up in. Unique italian look after her mother, full lips and long thick lashes. Gorgeous, attractive, intelligent, spirited and responsible woman.. She is just perfect. Every time I see her, I fight the urge to grab her by her waist, pull her closer and kiss her passionately. But in reality, instead of that I always snap out words that made her hate me more and more each time. Yup, truth it is.. Chloe hates me. And I hate her. Well, I'm pretending that I do. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ All rights reserved by Veronika and Simona Kolcun Released: july/2017 Adult content/mature Mail: hrs.veronika@gmail.com
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