Six |I like you

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•••ANGELICA•••

"Leonardo DiCaprio can suck it up with his acting compared to you." Angel's voice was heard as I turned my body to him weird feeling of warmth exploding in me. Fuck.

"And James Bond can suck it up with his sneaking skills  compared to you." I said back as I leaned against my door crossing my arms.

Deep chuckle bubbled up in his throat, making me smile a little while my body turned into puddle at the heavenly sound.

"I don't want to stay on these halls all night so wanna come in and tell me what the fuck are you doing here?" I asked him with my very cocky attitude pointing my slender thumb towards doors behind me.

"What a kind words you have for your fiancé." Angel said with hand on his heart looking at the ceiling with pouty lip. Moron.

"It's my specialty you know, they are chosen specially just for you." I said with grin, oh how I love to make egoistical man drop their ego.

I opened my door for him and he walked in. I went to my closet and threw a robe at myself since I don't want to be just in my sexy sexy pajamas. He took his hoodie off and sat on my bed probably waiting for a miracle to happened.

"Drink?" I asked as I pour myself some whiskey glancing at him.

"Didn't you just drink that whole bottle of wine?" He asked as he pointed to my nightstand that held my half drunk wine that me and Alessia were drinking together this evening

"Maybe I did why do you care? So drink?" I asked again with smirk of a talk about my so called alcoholism.

"You need to loose up with that attitude." Angel said to me with weary look. He looks like a scolding mom mixed with cute puppy of a husky.

"And you need to learn how to answer simple questions." I said confidently my comeback trying to get him to submission but this guy is tough.

"Yes I would love to have a drink with you until it's not poisoned." he said as he sat further on bed leaning his back against headboard, making himself comfortable.

"So you don't want to spice it up with some cyanide. What a pussy." I said as I shook my head in disappointment while I pour him a drink. He chuckled at my comeback as he leaned his head back and sighed. I came to my bed and sat across from him as I handed him his drink.

"So what are you doing here?" I asked him curious on why is this fine man in here with me and not with some woman so I could chop his dick off later.

"I couldn't sleep." he said as he took a sip of his drink trying to drink down his poor attempt to lie.

"So you couldn't sleep, so you decided to find the hotel that I'm staying in and come to me?" I asked in amusement doubting his excuse to see me. It's kind of funny how I can see through him.

"Practically and this is my hotel so it wasn't that hard." Angel said with cocky smirk as he looked around probably proud of his investment.

"Interesting and by the way you own a nice hotel but also why you did you really come here, cause I think it wasn't just because you couldn't sleep." I said sipping my whiskey trying to make him admit that he is a whipped mother fucker after one meeting.

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