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"Do you want cream?" "Oh, a pee fetish and a food fetish too? Kinky." Despite the fact he was still reminding me of that fateful night at the club, I let out a traitorous laugh. "You'll be lucky if you ever find out what I really like in bed, Roman." "I like to think of myself as a lucky man, Dora. As for the coffee, I'll have it black please." He came over to me and I grabbed another mug. "Black like your soul?" My remark caused him to chuckle, leaning closer to whisper in my ear. "No, black like those panties you were wearing under that shirt." ~ ~ ~ Los Angeles, also known as The City of the Angels, it's a fitting name for the cartel - Los Ángeles del Armagedón. Based in Los Angeles, they run the entire continent of South America. They're notorious, ruthless, and absolutely elusive. Well, apart from 26 year old Roman Ernesto Alvarez. After a two year stint in prison, he's back as the heir to the most powerful cartel in South America. Except, he's struggling to be back on the outside until he meets her. Isadora Visente. At 23 years old, she's a personal trainer and unknowingly, she the one thing that helps Roman after he comes out of prison. Her life working as a trainer in her gym is pretty mundane and repetitive, until she meets Roman, of course. Then it all gets a little more interesting. ~ ~ ~ "You sneaky little shit." Roman's eyes snapped over to me, or more accurately, towards my legs. There I stood in the middle of his room glaring at him, and he sat there with his beautiful eyes roaming over my exposed legs. He eventually dragged his gaze towards my upper half, but only for a second before it was back on my legs. "Damn." His voice was low and husky and just...perfect. Even if I was mad at him I couldn't deny that fact. "My eyes are up here, Roman." "Yeah, but your legs are down there." Complete 20th August 2023
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