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♦️ A story about love, born from revenge ♦️
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She, as a free spirit had an immense passion for life, and due to her desire to live it as wholly as possible, she needed as much freedom as she...
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"This is my house." Diego spoke up when he opened the front door, letting me in first.
"You don't say, I thought you were taking me to Disneyland." I retorted, taking my shoes off as well as my coat.
I never thought I would enter this house as a guest and not like a burglar.
"You'd come?" He asked, taking his shoes off as well. Taking the coat from me, he hanged it as well as his.
I turned my head to look at him, my eyebrows slightly furrowed in confusion. "To where?"
"To Disneyland." He said, shrugging simply. "If I'd take you to Disneyland, would you come?"
I just snorted in reply and looked away. Of course not.
"So what now?" I asked, turning back to him.
"Do you want something to eat?" Diego suggested, his voice sounding softer than usual.
"No."
"Well, I do." He voiced simply. "And you can cook something while I make you your bed."
I rolled my eyes at him but turned to leave anyway.
So, already filling into our roles, aren't we?
"Where are you going?" Diego questioned suddenly.
"To the kitchen." I replied over my shoulder while walking towards his kitchen.
"How do you know where the kitchen is?"
"Because I've been here before." I said way too quickly, without thinking of the consequences. That's when I stopped in my tracks, realizing what I just said.
"When?" Came his question, his voice full of suspicions. I could already feel his calculating eyes boring into me.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I mentality slapped myself. Way to go, Brienne! Just say right away that you broke into his house! That you were the karate kid who made a fool out of three men!
I turned to face him, looking around myself as if checking if the air was clear, as if what I was about to say was the biggest secret in the world. Then I looked at him through my eyelashes, my lips already spreading into a sly smirk.
