Why don't you get a taste?
Golden girl Alison Rivers has it all: brains, looks, money, a father who adores her, and any man she wants... Or so she thought.
When she sets her eyes on Lorenzo Visconti, her academy's Italian, irresistible principal, sh...
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As with everything in my life, my attitude towards surprises is ambivalent: to some I react very poorly, while others make me ecstatic.
I mainly dislike surprises because I have this irritating need to have everything under control, and ironically enough this need is something I cannot control at all.
But, of course, I usually don't react negatively to positive surprises.
I had to stop myself from instinctively raising my brow, for I almost couldn't believe my luck. And was a dinner with his parents really something that weird to offer to a girl he just met, or did I find it awkward because I wanted to fuck his dad?
"I... I mean, I wouldn't want to bother." I faked insecurity, because I couldn't let him see just how eager I was to accept his suggestion.
Not only was I going to be inside that gorgeous man's house with him around, but that simple dinner was going to open a door of amazing opportunities, giving me the perfect excuse to freely start hanging out at his place.
How I want Mr. Visconti to defile me in the bed he shares with his wife.
Richard flipped his hand dismissively, the other one mixing his tea. "My parents would be more than happy to see me with such a beautiful girl like yourself." He replied, a suggestive smile curving his pale lips.
I smiled back, but not for the same reason as him. Oh no, not at all.
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"This has been fun." I commented as I made my way to my front door.
Richard was walking beside me, carrying a shopping bag that contained a very pretty dress that I just had to get, while I looked for my keys.
I didn't want to ring the doorbell and have Victoria see me with him, because I didn't want to waste my time with her and the conversation I knew she was going to start.
"I'm really glad that you accepted my invitation," He confessed with a timid smile, looking at me with an expression that I did not like at all. I didn't want him to fall for me. "and I'm going to talk to my mom, so that I can let you know when you can come over to mine's."
