Chapter 22 "We Should Talk"

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*Veronica POV*

"I don't want to go back to the house" I admitted to Lorenzo while we cuddled. We had finished round three and it was closer to the time to leave.

"It's a party for that dickhead I'd rather be here" he bit on my shoulder I moved shocked but turned on by it. I wish that we could stay here but I knew Amy would never take no as answer even if she was going to get shot for it.

"Shower?" I asked forcing myself out of his bed.

"I liked you more when you would agree with me and gave me what I wanted" he said following me.

"When was that?" I asked.

"When I said round three" I laughed not sure how to defend myself.

"I'm going to go home and get ready" I had no underwear on since I had showered not wanting to wear the old ones. My bra and panties in my bag I was dressed in the sweatpants and white tank nipples showing. I ran out his apartment towards mine not wanting anyone to see me.

I tied my green silk shirt making it cropped

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I tied my green silk shirt making it cropped. I layered some gold necklaces to match the G on my Gucci belt and my heels. I put my phone with my bank card and key in to my pocket not wanting to take a bag with me.

Lorenzo knocked on my door at exactly 8:30pm.

"You look good" I said checking him out in his black jeans with a fitted black shirt under his leather jacket. Timberlands laced tightly on his feet to complete his all black look.

"You look beautiful as always" was his reply making my stomach do little flips making me want to hit myself. I am not catching feelings. He was just being polite.

"We should go the Uber is waiting outside" I followed him out making sure to lock my door behind me.

The road had a few cars parked around blocking a few drive ways, hoping they're all gone by morning. We do not need people banging on the door waking us up while we are peacefully trying to die. Lorenzo puts his arm around my shoulder pulling me in to his side as he guided us to the back of the very full house. I looked to see everyone with red cups happily grinding on each other, making out or passed out. As we walked through to the kitchen I walked around looking for a bottle.

"Excuse me" I groaned knowing exactly who's high pitched tone that was. Sasha.

"What do you want Sasha?" I asked still looking for my bottle. Danny best still store pink gin for me.

"You can't come to someone's house and go through their things" I stopped to look at her. Was this bitch serious?

"Do you not remember who I am?" I asked. Lorenzo told her I'm Danny's sister I was there when he did it. Why is she acting like I'm going to die for doing this.

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