Page 33 of Always Mine

Stella:

Unfortunately not

Sophia:

A dick move…he knows how much I hate being spoken for.

Stella:

But also…so fucking hot?

Sophia:

It pains me to admit. But yes. Fucking hot. I had to stop myself from puddling at his feet. So instead, I called all of them a bunch of dicks and stalked out. He chased me and told me again in no uncertain terms that he wants me. I just need time to process the fact that he’s making my literal fantasies come to life and I’m scared fucking shitless.

Evie:

And now?

Stella:

Now she needs Stella’s famous Better-Than-Cock cocktails to replace all thoughts of the-tights-thief-who-shall-not-be-named-with-the-dick-she-wants-to-ride-before-she-puts- him-on-the-dicks-to-avoid-list.

Sophia:

You’re the absolute worst. But, precisely. I’m in an Uber. On my way over to you, Stella.

Evie:

Meet you there.

Raf:

What. The. Actual. Fuck?

Luca:

TLDR

Luca:

WTAF

Luca:

Well whaddaya know. He speaks!

Raf:

*Middle finger emoji*

Raf:

And we all wish you would just speak fucking less! Jesus. Can we not have one civil dinner? For Mom’s sake. She’s so mad with us, she was on the verge of tears when I said goodbye. I feel so bad.

Marco:

Ah I feel like a shit head for my part. Mama Princi doesn’tdeserve that.