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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...
‼️⚠️‼️ There is a conversation in foreign language so the translation will be at the end of each paragraph.
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"Я не смог сдержать себя." The guy spoke in fluent Russian. No foreign accent whatsoever. "Я должен тебе сказать что ты выглядишь невероятно красиво." (I couldn't control myself......I had to tell you that you look unbelievably stunning.)
"What did he tell you?" I heard Diego's frustrated voice in my ear. He was probably dying from not knowing.
"Такой прекрасной девушке здесь нельзя сидеть одной." (A beautiful girl like you cannot sit here all alone.)
I arched one eyebrow at the guy sitting next to me. "Как долго ты за мной следил что такой уверен что я здесь одна?" (For how long have you been watching me to be so sure that I'm here alone?)
He chuckled, one of those chuckles that made the female population weak in their knees. If I didn't know he was in mafia, I would have bought his game.
"Достаточно долго чтобы набрав силы подошёл и познакомился." (Long enough to gather some courage to come up to you and introduce myself.)
I watched his lips form the smallest smile, his eyes darkening each second.
"А ты мне скажи. Ты здесь один? Или твоя девушка где-то рядом?" My tone was teasing and I could see his lips curling up at the corners as he absorbed my words. (And you tell me. Are you alone here? Or is your girlfriend somewhere around?)
"Brienne, what are you two talking about?!" Diego growled in my ear. "He speaks English! Talk to him in English!"
The guy, whom name I still did not know, turned his body towards me, reaching his hand out to trail down my bare arm. "Если бы у меня была девушка, я бы тебя не брал к себе домой." (If I had a girlfriend, I wouldn't be taking you to my place.)
