"How do you say idiot in Italian?"
"Bell'uomo."
[ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛]
"You're a bell'uomo."
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.
Isabelle Ariti just needed someone to talk to, and Leonardo Rossi happened to be there. He was her escape and she was his. Her obsession...
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° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 °
Isabelle
"I know that turned you on."
Leo shook his head, "You're cutting watermelon."
I waved the knife in his face causing him to narrow his eyes understanding what I was getting at.
"I don't have a knife kink, I don't know why you keep doing this."
I smiled, "Sure."
He shook his head, "I don't."
Wiping the knife with a towel I turned to Leo backing him into the counter lightly running the knife down his arm making sure not to cut him, "Really?" I murmured into his ear.
He didn't reply his hands gripping my hips pulling me closer to him.
I grinned, "I fucking knew it."
Leo rolled his eyes at me with a small smile.
"You haven't complimented me today," I told him.
"Yes I have."
"When?"
"I said you looked beautiful when you woke up and complimented your outfit, fuck off."
"Oh," I hummed, "maybe it was my side piece that hasn't complimented me yet."
Leo nodded, "Shit, you should get a better side piece then."
"Thank you," I sighed, "at least someone understands."
"My side piece compliments me everyday."
I raised a eyebrow pointing my knife at him, "I'll chop them into little pieces."
"I wouldn't expect anything else," he nodded wrapping his arms around me as I sat down the knife, "I have to leave soon."
"Where to?"
"Work," he sighed.
"Boring," I nodded, "quit and become a stripper with me."
Leo hummed, "I don't know how to walk in heels."
"You don't have to have heels if you're a male stripper."
