the ruination and redemption of a girl that realizes her worth before it was too late.
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I can envision her slender legs wrapping around my waist as I bury myself deep inside of her, despite her whimpers of pain she wanted more.
Her soft bell like voice calling out to me to be more gentle to her small body.
Her dark black long curls damp against her soft skin, it was smooth like satin. Her eyes, gloom over but close off as she gasps out softly. Her fingers pressing into the skin of my shoulders but I had quickly pulled them off of me and over her head.
Her moans filled my ears and made me want her more, as I slammed into her. Wanting to be in her as much as I could, her small parts could barely keep up with me.
I was wondering if she even had sex before me. But the thought, the simple thought of her body being claimed by me for the very first time had me cum.
"Hello." I was lured out of my thoughts, my sister stepping into my vision. "What are you thinking about?" She asks with a subtle smirk. I clench my jaw slightly, "What was taking you so long?" I question. "Well after I ran away from Las Vegas I bumped into a friend." I laugh. "You don't have friends." She smiled and shrugged her shoulders.
"I'll let you think that." I start the car, "Whatever, Anastasia."
She eyes me, "You were think about that girl weren't you." I don't even glance at her as I smirk. "Which one." She chuckles. "You know exactly which one I'm talking about." I look at her with a bland look. "There's been many, Anastasia. Be specific." She shakes her head as she scoffs. "Never mind then." She says waving me off as she plugs her phone into the AUX cord.
Flashes of her freckles cross my eyes but I shake my head as I keep my eyes on the road.
I watch cars flashing past me as I drive as fast as I could, liking the feeling of the slight rush it gave me. The sun slowly set into the horizon, the large buildings hiding the sunset. Orange, red, and blue colors lit up the sky all the same. I nearly slammed on the brakes as the pop song Anastasia choice started it's lyrics.
"Half of my heart is in Havana-Dante!" She yelled as I unplugged her phone and threw it in the back.
I glared at her and she gave me a cheeky smile.
"If you don't like pop you should've just told me." I shake my head. "She's such a sweet girl. Funny story, her name is Havana because her parents met in Cuba, Havana-" I cut her off. "I don't give a fuck. She is a one night stand-" Anastasia laughs at that. "A one night stand? Yet you go back to that restaurant and fuck her? You like her."
I shake my head, "She has something good between her legs. That's all that is." Anastasia stops and shakes her head.
"Don't expect anything from her again then." I raise my eyebrow. "What does that have to deal with you?" She smiles. "Well, she has a on and off boyfriend. She realized that the fling she had with you isn't worth it. She loves her...Devin."
Boyfriend?
I clench my jaw. "Interesting." I spoke distractedly.
Once I arrived in my current hotel I called my people and pulled up my laptop as I gave orders to have a file run on Havana Sanchez. My assistant sent me a email in about an hour with everything I need to know about her and more.
Havana Mia Sanchez •21 years old •Born February 14th, 1996 •5'8 •Parents separated when she was five •good student •was kicked out when she was 16 began living with her best friend Jade Prescott •has five older siblings, she's the youngest •she got a full ride scholarship for a fashion school in France Paris. •works a part time job in a hotel •had a boyfriend, Ryan Vasquez, broke up because they were going different ways •lives in a apartment with a few roommates in Paris
I stop reading the long paragraphs, closing my laptop and leaning against my office chair. "Paris, France huh." I open up the file again, looking at all the pictures my assistant found via her social media and Jade Prescott's.
I watch the girl as she smiles and laughs with her friend as Jade attacks her with her glossy lips. "Jade! No!" She squeals laughing loudly.
I switch to her account spotting Anastasia in her newest post. The three girls were in the amusement park Anastasia had supposedly run off too. Havana is squished in the middle grinning, even Anastasia has a light in her eyes I haven't seen since she was a child.
I pick up my phone again, "Find me where she's currently staying." I order. "Yes sir, right away." I hung up standing up and letting out a deep breath. I glance at my watch, and look out the window of my hotel room.
I walk out to the living room, Anastasia on the phone.
"Yeah, yeah. I'll make sure to bring everything. Okay, bye Ava-love you too?" Anastasia giggled as she hung up the phone shaking her head. "What the hell are you doing?" She growled as she kept her eyes on her phone.
She sat up and turned to look at me.
"This is my hotel room, Anastasia." She scrunched her nose. "You're right. Who knows what STD is on this couch. Anyways, I'm leaving." I narrowed my eyes at her. "Do you forget you're eighteen?" She smiled at me after she applied more lipstick to her lips.
"Nope. Do you forget that you're a raging asshole?" I smirk. "Not a day in my life, little sister." She rolled her eyes.
"Whatever Dante. I can handle myself. Besides, you aren't my parent." She grabbed her bags and left. "Thank god for that."
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A fine man indeed *sigh* anyways I'm gonna unpublish The Young Mate cuz people are some nagging hags Jesus Christ.
