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Mila Finley is at her breaking point. Ever since a terrible tragedy struck her family, she's been simply drifting through life without any real purpose. Besides the fact that she'll succeed her mot...
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some guys just need to be put in their place
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I FELT SOMETHING rubbing up against me and instantly opened my eyes. I was in a trance because of the beauty next to me; her black hair framing her face perfectly and her mouth had some drool hanging from the side, but that still made me want to kiss the life out of her.
I heard her groan and move her arm so it was resting on my stomach. Just then she snapped her eyes open and sat up.
"Holy shit!" Mila ran her hands through her hair. I was still staring at her when she realized someone was in bed with her. She slowly turned her head around to face me.
"Renzo? What are you doing here? Oh my god, did we have sex?" She looked distressed, looking underneath the covers.
I finally decided to talk, "No we didn't. You asked me to stay here with you because you're afraid of thunderstorms."
Mila had an adorable blush as I said that, but she didn't look me straight in the eye. Instead, she was staring at my shirtless chest. "Oh."
"I should probably get going." I scratched the back of my neck awkwardly.
I put on my jeans and wife beater and was just about to leave when I heard her sleep-induced voice, "Hercules, stay for breakfast and we can leave for class together."
I turned around and saw Mila bunching up the sheets in her hand and staring down at the bed. I felt giddy when she called me that, indicating that she remembered what she said last night.
"Sure," I replied smiling. "You get ready and we can pick up some food on the way. Also, take the pills I set on your table to get rid of the hangover."
"Yeah okay, that sounds great." She said.
When she came into the kitchen where I was drinking water.
"Renzo, do you mind if I want to keep the painting?" She asked, running her hand up the canvas.
"Sure, I'm fine with that." I smiled yet again. "Oh, and Mila, if you call me Hercules then I think it's only fair I pick out a nickname for you too."
She looked deep in thought, but nodded her head and grinned. I've never seen her smile this much since we started talking. "Only from time to time, you can use it."
We were on our way out of the loft and I saw my bike resting against Mila's car.
"So Principessa, do you want to drive or we can ride my bike?" I looked back at her. Mila's face wasn't the usual expression I see when I tell girls I ride a motorcycle. Instead, it had a look of awe and curiosity.
"Let's go on your bike." her excitement causing me to grin.
"Okay, swing your leg up and hold on tight," I told her.
