Can You Love Again?

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Pov Francesca

Since my life took the final turn down, I realized that I don't care. Because what is the life I'd had if he would've kidnapped me, ruined my life, and basically faked me a bestfriend.

Maybe I would sit in a Tesco, watching pissed people buying too large rubbers. Never something I desired to be honest. I'd be the first girl talking shit about becoming a stripper at 17, even killing the rich white husband would've been an option.

What a shame, could've been fun.

Now, I haven't had work for over a year, the biggest challenge of the day was feeding the kitten I stole.
Her name is Chelsey. Her name is prettier then mine. At least moan-able if that's even a word.

Criminals are often at work, sometimes I got a few quickies before he went off to go get meetings done. He's actually smart. Even though he's not really educated. Once we talked about politics, well I talked, and he agreed. While playing video games I might have to add. Massimo is stupid, not very manly, and cries about Barbie.

That's what I learned over the years.

Crazy how fast time passes. Technically I'd go exactly on this day for a long family holiday, were I would probably stay in my room and enjoy the darkness matching my soul.

Now, beside feeding kitty, I'm sitting on a private beach, getting sunburned, while drinking tequila and eating apple puree. My daily activities are obviously watched by women, and when I ever believed I'm straight, I'm definitely not. It's the best view I had in my entire life. Loving it.

The dudes are such a turn off. All blonds with the same hairstyle, and this stupid, way to overbuild sixpack. Like ok Mr. I understand, you spend your life in the gym, cool for you. They're also dump. But, in contrast to Massimo they're unbelievable sexist, homophobic, and overall just disgusting.

Once I won back my confidence I really learned how thinks worked, at least I think so.

The people my lovly men works with are insecure fuckers, who win their own confidence by dragging everything not hetero, white, and rich, down. They proceed their childhood trauma on others, ironically all have some way too pretty women, trying to fix then. What never works, it's a stupid fantasy many women have/had.

Also in contrast to the other's, Massimo never hit me, screamed at me without apologizing, or dragged me into sex. The thing with the sex, it's kinky. Over the last month we discovered that I have a lot more kinks then he has. And that I love sex, way more then he does. We once had sex the whole wednesday, still going strong I thought about doing a season two into thursday, but unfortunately he was too tired.

He's a sweetheart when he's not at work or with his friends. Like a german shepherd turning into a golden retriever as soon as he cuddled himself in bed with me. His favorite Tv show is Shadow Hunters. For a full grown men that's yea- impressive.

I'm not saying I'm enjoying myself but, sometimes you have to do the best out of the situation.

Life should be about having sex, and feeling sad.

That's what rich people do. Sure thing money doesn't buy happiness, but well it kinda does.

I lived my whole life with girls, always found them incredibly attractive, and smart. Guys were never interested in me, and I was never in them. Only in a few fictional once, that one guy from The vampire diaries for example when I was 16.
I believed we're gonna get married some day, apparently we didn't.

"Dinner!" Massimo screamed from the living room. Oh, and he's the wife too. His food is incredibly, pasta with sauce in 50 different variations is just pure art.
I love him for taking care of everything, he's like my dad. Well not in every life situation but in most I'm guessing.

"No bring it wanna eat with tv" I screamed back, hearing him complain. I chuckled, doing my hair in a pony tail.

Brother and sister would fit too. Stepbrother.

I did his nails yesterday, after he fucked me against the window, watching our neighbors. It was fun!

"Here you go lovie"

I thanked him, rolling over on his lap, he leaned back and let me enjoy my comfortable position, over his lap.
I wonder if he had some childhood trauma. He definitely had.

"So how was your day?"

"Great, I met one of your friends today"

"Oh, I'm sorry"

"No, no, he was nice actually. We had a lovely conversation about you, he even showed me baby pics, you were adorable" I laughed, watching him blush furiously.

"Stop that"

"What, digging in your past? oh men, maybe you should've thought about that before you- uh what was it again? ah kidnapped me? faked my friends, because apparently you think I have none, which is true but-"

"God do you ever stop with this bullshit, I get it, I did it, and? Tell me you're absolutely unhappy about it, go on, tell me this is all the biggest shit"

"I mean no but- what even- stop being a brat!"

"You started a fight with no reason!"

"I didn't! oh" I sighed. "I did" I realized.
I shrugged, shoving pasta in my mouth. While turning around on Massimos lap, feeding him my leftovers while grinding against his crotch in a steady rythm.
He may not smart, but I'm either, so fits I guess? I don't know what knocked 10 years of school out of my brain, maybe the sex. Definitely the sex.

"Fuck" He whined, grabbing my hips, I wanted to protest, but he gently shushed me by guiding his fingers over my lips.

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A/N: So I'm gonna finish this one finally, yea after a few months jesus hit me. No kidding, apparently I'm not yet married to a hot 97 old guy, living the rich life, so Francesca has to live it for me I'm guessing.

Anyways while I struggle with this story and probably won't update regularly, check my other two storys out? *smirks seductively*.
F²⁸ck me to sleep is p*rn with plot, and the other one is similar to this, just different fandom and a little rougher? idk good day or whatever.