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"A wise woman knows when to stay silent. However, a wiser woman of faith knows that sometimes words can win the battle, when all odds stand against her."-- Shannon L. Adler The Mobster & the Cardiologist. He leaned closer to kiss which I simply dodged by looking away in spite of the undying chock-full temptation. Disapproval hurt Mr. Morreti's massive ego, exasperation visible on his face. In a fraction of seconds he regained composer, careful not to loose his calm. Composed men were far more threatening than loose canons. "You disgust me" I spitefully gave him the cold shoulder. He cocked his head and questioned, "Should I be surprised?" "Dante...," I winced at the sting his tight grasp rendered on my bare arm. The grip slackens and soft lips brush past my earlobe, divulging lecherously, "I know you want it. You want it the most embarrassing way, it's written all over your face," Needless to say that such blunt supposition and the strong scent of his minty cologne made me swallow a lump. Inhaling a shudderingly deep breath, i caught myself unable to think right because of the coiling tension. Yet audacious enough to mock him, "You would run the old gypsy woman in the street out of business with your competence to foretell," My was voice heavy with sarcasm and lip-quivering sincerity. "You say all that while you are awfully drenched," he smirked. 🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍🤍
Vendetta
