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Prompts for Meeting a Parent After Abandonment

-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.

He stared at the woman standing before him, her arms spread wide as if she were expecting a hug. "Who are you?" he asked her, tilting his head to the side and furrowing his brows. The woman frowned. "I'm your mom."

"You are not my mother," she spat. "My mother, is the woman who raised me. The woman who was there for me. You are the furthest thing from a mother."

They were trembling. They tried to steady their racing heart as they stood up to their father. "You left me," they said, hating the way their voice sounded. "You abandoned me."

"I was just a kid! How could you have done that? Don't you feel guilty?"

He recognized them immediately. They looked the exact same as they did when they left him on the doorstep of [Guardian]'s home all those years ago. Seeing them again, unchanged and unaffected by what happened, made his blood boil.

"I missed you," they sobbed, wrapping their mother into a tight hug. They had imagined this meeting for years. They had expected to be angry, to yell in her face and demand why she had left them. But now that she was here, they only felt overwhelming relief.

Her father was older now, with gray hair and wrinkles. Seeing him so drastically different from the young man she remembered made her skin crawl. She wondered if he was experiencing something similar, now that he saw she wasn't a little girl anymore.

They hated her. They hated her for what she did to them and they didn't think they could ever forgive her.

After all these years, his mother decided to show up and barge back into his life as if she hadn't left.

"Please, don't ever leave me again. Please, don't leave."

August 22, 2001

21 years ago, Aaliyah begins to film her last music video "Rock The Boat" firstly in Miami, Florida. The first picture shows Aaliyah, her dancers & famed Choreographer Fatima Robinson on break from shooting in front of the green screen.

Do you ever find yourself over-using the word “said” in your writing? Try using these words/phrases instead:

stated

commented

declared

spoke

responded

voiced

noted

uttered

iterated

explained

remarked

acknowledged

mentioned

announced

shouted

expressed

articulated

exclaimed

proclaimed

whispered

babbled

observed

deadpanned

joked

hinted

informed

coaxed

offered

cried

affirmed

vocalized

laughed

ordered

suggested

admitted

verbalized

indicated

confirmed

apologized

muttered

proposed

chatted

lied

rambled

talked

pointed out

blurted out

chimed in

brought up

wondered aloud

I’ve seen a lot of fanfic writers ask for tips to write Deaf characters so I thought I would write some out to help make authentic.  Also feel free to send ask for any questions! 

Deaf characters exist on a spectrum- it’s rare to have no residual hearing.

Deaf characters can’t magically hear perfect with assistive devices. Hearing aids are in the name- an aid.  They make it easier to pick up some sounds.  They are also expensive and a lot of insurance won’t cover.  

ASL- American Sign Language.  Deaf characters raised by hearing family might not have access to ASL until later in life.  Percentage of Deaf kids educated in fluent ASL is low.

ASL has own grammar and syntax totally different from English,  But! It is okay to write ASL in spoken English grammar, especially if you don’t know ASL.  We know what you mean!

Avoid Deaf and hearing characters signing and speaking long sentences at the same time. It’s called Sim-Com and ASL users who can do it are rare because sentence structures are totally different.  It would be like trying to write a sentence in English at the exact same time (word for word) as someone speaks it in French.   Sim-com usually used with SEE and still hard for fluent ASL Deaf to follow.

Deaf characters can be dizzy!  Many many Deaf have tinnitus and vertigo.  Comes with many hearing loss conditions.  Vertigo can also be triggered by flashing lights, heavy bass sounds.  (very annoying in the car when driving and someone has loud, shake your car bass)

Deaf characters can also can have balance problems from inner ear issues.

Deaf characters can enjoy music!  Many ways to enjoy music besides hearing all of it.

Lip reading is hard.  You need to start at the beginning of the conversation, need constant context, and when you lose the thread it’s hard to get back.  Many many words look the same on lips that sound totally different.  Avoid magic lipreading in characters.

Character doesn’t need to have a Deaf accent.

Deaf character doesn’t need to talk loud.  Many Deaf talk very soft because they feel vibrations before the vibrations make audible noise.

Deaf characters can be very fluent in written English and great writers but still have very poor sentence skills when being casual in texting or conversation (like me!)  Hard to go from ASL to English brain, and makes you tired.

Deaf characters can use ASL Slang!  ASL has colloquial signs that have no direct English translation but we use all the time (peh peh, train go sorry, champ, etc etc)   Here are some examples!

it’s been a couple of very heavy days here in america. i’ll be back tomorrow to answer asks and get back in the mix.

if you live here in the U.S., please call your elected officials to demand gun control and an end to this insanity.

thank you 💕

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𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸 𝗔𝗻𝗻𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗮𝗿𝘆

┊ 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐓 ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — 𝖲𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌

┊ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗈𝗌 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝖺 𝖽𝗋𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗂𝖼 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾𝖽𝗈𝗆 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗅𝗒.

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┊ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — +18, 𝖺𝖽𝗎𝗅𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝗌𝗆𝗎𝗍, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖼𝗂𝗍 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍.

┊ 𝐃𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐁𝐘 ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — @firefly-graphics

┊ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑/𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 ⠀ཾ༵࿇ ˼ — 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖨💔: 𝖣𝖾𝗌𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗋

Marcos's POV

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗗 𝗢𝗙 little feet running back and forth makes me open my eyes, coming face to face with the sunlight shining through the window. As I sat up in the bed I shared with my girlfriend of six years, I glanced towards the door and smile, watching my two-year-old daughter Alayah push her way into the room. She looks up at me with her chocolate brown eyes, and a big smile appears on her beautiful face.

"Buenos días, guapa. Dónde está mami?" I asked, picking Alayah up in my arms and kissing her all over her face causing her to giggle. ( "Good morning, beautiful. Where is mommy?" )

"Eat." Alayah grins, wrapping her arms around my neck.

"Go eat, let daddy brush his teeth," I said, setting her down to her feet.

Alayah smiles and runs out of the room. Walking into the bathroom, I took a pee before washing my hands and brushing my teeth. As I stepped out of the room, I could hear music playing and the smell of breakfast cooking coming from downstairs in the kitchen. I make my way down the stairs and stood in the entryway of the kitchen as I watch my sexy girlfriend maneuver around. Quietly I walked up behind Destini and smacked her hard on the ass, making her jump and turn to me.

If looks could kill, I would drop dead right where I stood. "What the fuck is your problem?" She glares at me before turning around to continue cooking.

Grinning, I wrapped my arms around her waist and leaned down, kissing the side of her neck.

"Lo siento, mi amor." I apologized lowly in her ear, making sure my facial hair scraped against her neck. She hated when I did that, says that how she ended up pregnant. ( "I'm sorry, my love." )

"Uh uh, don't do that." She shook her head, waving the spatula in her right hand.

"Don't do what?" I question, smirking at her.

"Tease me with your facial hair. That is how I ended up pregnant. You were whispering in my ear and shit." She said, rolling her eyes.

"But you enjoyed every minute of it," I smirked, kissing her head and smacking her ass, leaving her speechless.

"Man, if you don't gon' somewhere with that mess and leave me alone." Destini waved her hand off at me, and her lip turned up in disgust.

"I'm just sayin'." I laughed, throwing my hands up in surrender as I walked over to my daughter that sat in her highchair.

"You're mad annoying for that." My girlfriend sighed, turning around. "Here." She hands me a plate of pancakes, eggs, and crispy bacon.

"You know I love you, and thanks," I replied, tilting her head up after grasping her chin, and pressed my lips against her soft ones.

I smiled, pecking her sweet lips over and over, making her giggle. Destini left the kitchen as I sat down at the table and played with Alayah while she ate. She laughs as I made silly faces at her. Laughing at her attempt to make funny faces at me, I was interrupted by my phone ringing. The screen lit up Eduardo🐺🕶.

𝗠𝗲 - 𝖸𝗈 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝖽𝖽𝗎𝗉?

𝗘𝗱𝘂𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗼🐺🕶 - 𝖠𝗒𝖾, 𝗆𝖺𝗇, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗋𝗒𝗇𝖺 𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍?

𝗠𝗲 - 𝖸𝖾𝖺, 𝖨'𝗆 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇.

𝗘𝗱𝘂𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗼🐺🕶 - 𝖲𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝗈𝗍.

𝗠𝗲 - 𝖠𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝖻𝖾𝗍.

Setting my phone down, I look at Alayah and see her whining, wanting to get out of her seat. I stood up and picked her up out of her chair and sat her down on the floor. Destini came back into the kitchen and grabbed snacks from the cabinets by that time, putting them in Alayah's lunchbox.

"Whatcha doing today?" Destini asked, making me look up at her.

"Going to kick it with Eduardo," I replied, already knowing she does not want me to be around him.

"Not again, Marcos." She groans, shaking her head. "He's nothing but trouble, and you know it."

Standing up the plate in my hand, I sat it in the sink and walked up to Destini, wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her close to me. I know she doesn't want me to hang out with Eduardo, but I promised him I would do one more job before calling it quits. He was the reason I got arrested two years ago when Destini was pregnant. While I was locked up, I missed everything.

I did not get to feel her kick or move, and I missed her birth. It killed me that I never got to experience that, but that was the consequence of what I did.

"I'm only going to chill with him. That's it." I said reassuringly.

"No. Last time the judge gave you a year. If you get arrested again, you could get longer." She replied sadly. I could see the sadness in her eyes, hear the hurt in her voice.

"I'll be fine, I promise," I said, leaning down and pressing my lips against hers. "I'm going to hang out with Eduardo, and I'll be back okay."

Destini was quiet for a couple of minutes before she sighed heavily, looking down to the ground. "Alright, fine, but be careful, please."

"I will." I smiled at her.

I hate that I lied to her, but if I told her the truth, she would undoubtedly call it quits with me, and I will be on the streets once again.

"Come on, Alayah, let's go see grandma," Destini said, walking out of the kitchen.

As I trailed behind Destini, I picked up Alayah and followed her to her car.

"Be good for grandma, okay," I said, buckling Alayah into her car seat. "Love you."

"Wuv you." Alayah smiles at me.

Standing up straight to face Destini, I can tell she was still reluctant about me going to kick it with Eduardo, but he's my homie. He is the one that taught me how to survive in the streets. I wrapped my arms around her waist and pulled her body closer to mine.

"Be careful, please," Destini said, squeezing the back of my shirt.

"Listen, I'll go kick it with him for a couple of hours, then I'll swing by and pick up Alayah from your mom's house, okay," I explained to her reassuringly.

"Alright, fine." She sighs, nodding her head.

"I love you," I reply, leaning down and pressing my lips against hers.

"I love you too," Destini responds, pecking my lips one more time before getting in her car.

Doing the same, I closed my car door, fastened my seatbelt, and drove away to the destination I'm meeting, Eduardo.

Pulling up to Eduardo's house, a few guys sit around outside acting normal but keeping a lookout for 5-0. I walk up to the front door and opened it knowing that he was expecting me. As I walked through the hallway leading into the living room, I looked at all the pictures Eduardo has of him, his girlfriend, and their son. It made me think of Destini and Alayah. In the living room, Eduardo sat next to his girlfriend Zarita sat on the couch.

"Good, you made it," Eduardo said, getting off the couch.

He walks over to the kitchen and tosses me a Ziploc bag with weed inside. "Who am I taking this to?"

"1470 on 143rd street." He said, taking a seat next to his girlfriend on the couch.

Nodding my head, I stuffed it in the backpack he handed me before turning and walking out of his house. I buckled myself in then drove to the address Eduardo gave me. It was a gated small-sized house with a white van parked in the driveway. As I stepped out of my car, nothing seemed suspicious or out of the ordinary, so I started walking up the walkway to the front door. When I knocked on the door, a man answers the door.

"Here you go, dawg," I said, handing him the backpack.

"Thank man. I needed this." The man said, nodding his head.

Before I knew it, I was tackled to the ground by the man I handed the backpack to. Hold up, wait a minute. He must be undercover, and if he is, then that means Eduardo set me the fuck up. Holy shit, I cannot believe that. I thought he was the homie.

"Yo, what the fuck." I said, trying to push him off me. The next thing I know, police cars swarm the house.

"Yea, buddy, we caught you now. Did you know that you delivered marijuana to an undercover officer boy?" The man asked, holding me down on the ground.

"Okay, get the fuck off of me!" I yelled, trying to get the heavier man off my stomach.

By now, multiple officers, some in casual clothes and uniform, surrounded me. I groaned, struggling to breathe now. One officer flipped me on my stomach and slapped cuffs on my wrists.

"Oh, you're going to jail, buddy." One officer laugh.

"No shit, sherlock," I said sarcastically, rolling my eyes.

The officer slams my body against the SUV while two others hold my arms while he searched me.

"Have you ever been arrested before Marcos?" One officer asked, looking up from my wallet.

"Search up my name?" I said, trying to get my anger down.

The police read me my Miranda Rights before they put me in the back of the SUV. Damn, Destini is going to kill me.

Destini's POV

I laughed, flat ironing my client's hair as we all talked. Suddenly my phone rings from my bag. Setting down the hot flat irons, I open my bag and grab my phone, seeing Erika's boyfriend Leo calling me.

"I'll be right back," I told my client, who nods.

Walking into my office, I closed the door and answered his call.

𝗠𝗲 - 𝖧𝖾𝗅𝗅𝗈?

𝗟𝗲𝗼💙🐢 - 𝖣𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗂, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗇𝖾𝖾𝗑 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 143𝗋𝖽 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐.

𝗠𝗲 - 𝖶𝗁𝗒? 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗇𝗀?

𝗟𝗲𝗼💙🐢 - 𝖬𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗈𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗀𝗈𝗍 𝖺𝗋𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽.

𝗠𝗲 - 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖿𝗎𝖼𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗄𝗂𝖽𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝖾.

𝗟𝗲𝗼💙🐢 - 𝖭𝗈, 𝖨𝗆 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖺𝗌𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌.

𝗠𝗲 - 𝖣𝖺𝗆𝗇 𝗂𝗍! 𝖨'𝗆 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗒.

𝗟𝗲𝗼💙🐢 - 𝖮𝗄𝖺𝗒 𝖻𝗒𝖾.

Hanging up, I walked up to one of my employees, asking her if she could cover for me while I go and handle this lying asshole. As I got in my car, my mind was racing, thinking about Marcos. Why was he arrested? Is he hurt? I did not know what to think.

Slowly driving down 143rd, I see police cars everywhere. Nosy people are standing outside to see what's going on. I parked my car near Leo's car and got out, walking up to him.

"What did they say?" I asked him, my voice trembling.

"They said he sold marijuana to an undercover officer," Leo says to me, and my heart drops to my stomach.

"Would they allow m-me to t-talk to h-him?" I asked Leo, my voice trembling. I am so hurt and angry that I don't know what I'll do when I see Marcos.

Walking up to one of the officers, I gave him my information on who I am to Marcos and if I knew he was selling weed. He walks me over to the car that has Marcos in the backseat and opens the back door. My boyfriend sat there with a blank expression on his face.

"I'm sorry." He apologizes, not even glancing at me.

"For what? Lying to me or selling weed?" I asked, hiccupping through my tears.

"For everything." He said, finally looking me in the eyes.

"What did you tell me when you left the house this morning?" I asked him as my foot tapped on the ground impatiently.

"I know I lied to you, and I'm sorry." Marcos shrugs.

"Oh, you're sorry. What about your daughter Marcos?" I questioned, pissed the fuck off. "You have to think about her. She's going to grow up saying daddy was never there for me. He was always behind bars!" I yelled as tears fell down my face.

"I know you probably hate me, but there's nothing I can do to change what happened," Marcos responds, sighing as he leaned his head back against the headrest.

"Marcos, I can't keep doing this. It's exhausting, and I have to think about my child and what's best for her." I explained, shaking my head. "We're done. I'm sorry."

As I hugged him, I knew I was making the right choice not only for myself but for my child as a mother. "I love you."

"I love you too." I cried, kissing his lips one last time.

The officer closed the door as I walk over to Leo. I fell into his arms, crying my eyes out. I can't believe he did something so stupid. He did not even think about his two year old daughter, who loves him with all her heart. Getting myself together, I pulled away from Leo as he walks me over to my car.

"It will be okay. Focus on Alayah and raising her." Leo said, closing my door and leans down in the window. "If you need anything, call Erika or me. You know that."

I nodded my head before starting my car up and driving to my parent's house to pick up Alayah. That night I just cried because I was hurt and angry with Marcos.

grayson dolan

y/n gets her heart broken by her best friend. will his twin brother be able to mend it? includes angst.

part one - mariah

part two - target

part three - vanilla

part four - twins

part five - oblivious

part six - her

part seven - sacrifices

part eight - always

part nine - warmth

part ten - fold

part eleven - expose

part twelve - mama

part thirteen - everything

part fourteen - over

part fifteen - willpower

part sixteen - worth

part seventeen - love

part eighteen - healed

part nineteen - wrenway

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𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖨✨: 𝖨𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗆𝗂𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇

ℂ𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕝 ℂ𝕠𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕌𝕟𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕪

∙ 7:45 AM ∙

Taylor’s POV

   "𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧'𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗘𝗡𝗗 of chapter eight. Everyone, don’t forget the two-page essay. Have a nice day!“ Professor Robinson said, dismissing the class.

   I stuffed my things inside my bag and got out of my seat before exiting the room. As I walk across campus to my next lesson, I hear someone yell my name.

"Hey, Taylor! Hold up!” I heard an all too familiar male voice yell at me, and I stopped in my tracks.

   I should’ve known it was Trent. The president of the top fraternity of the school Alpha Sigma Phi.

“What can I help you with, Trent?” I sarcastically asked, faking a smile.

“Well, you can help me by accompanying me to the frat party tonight.” He replies, smiling.

“I’m sorry, I already have plans tonight.” I lied, apologizing, but I didn’t feel bad.

   It’s not that I wouldn’t mind going to the party. It’s that I don’t want to go to the party with Trent. Alpha Sigma Phi boys have a history of luring girls to their parties to get them wasted then humiliate them, and I was NOT going to be one of them. As I started to walk away, I felt him grab my wrist.

“Why do you always blow me off whenever I ask you out?” Trent aggressively asked me.

   The reason I reject Trent whenever he asks me out is that he is a spoiled, arrogant asshole. Trent thinks just because his dad is the dean of the school that he can get away with whatever he wants, and that infuriates me.

“Why do you want to go with me, Trent?” I questioned.

“We might have things in common.” He shrugged.

“Trent, we might have the same first lesson, but we have nothing in common. I assure you.” I nodded.

“You never know unless you try,” Trent smirks, eyeing me. “Every girl in this school would love to go to the party with me. Why not you?”

   You cocky, arrogant bastard. Not every girl wants to go out with you.

“Have you thought maybe it’s because I don’t want anything to do with you?” I questioned, checking my Apple Watch for the time to make sure I got to my next lesson on time. “Maybe you can take one of the girls you and your frat boys always brag about.”

   Turning on my heels, I walked away. The entire time I can feel Trent’s glare on the back of my head. I have a feeling that this won’t be our last encounter together. I arrived at my next lesson and found an empty seat towards the middle, and sat down. A few minutes later, the familiar scent of my best friend Ariel’s perfume flowed in my nose, and I smiled.

“Hello, sexy.” I smiled, hugging her.

“Hey to you too.” She laughs, returning the hug.

“How was the first lesson?” I asked Ariel as more and more students filled the room.

“It was good, but I was ready to leave. What about you?” Ariel responds, nodding her head.

“It was good up until when I left. I had to deal with Trent,” I replied, rolling my eyes.

“Ugh, not again.” Ariel groans. She’s the only person I’ve told about my interactions with Trent and understands what I go through.

“Yes again. Trent asked me to go to the frat party with him tonight.” I replied, thinking back to my run-in with Trent minutes ago. “I told him I already had plans tonight even though I don’t.”

“Well, good thing we’re going out tonight.” Ariel smiles and pulls out two passes from her bag. “A guy I’m talking to got us a VIP spot at the Velvet Lounge.

"Well, I guess we’re going to the Velvet Lounge.” I shrugged and started doodling on my notebook as we waited for Professor Haynes to arrive.

   Thirty minutes passed, and the professor still hadn’t shown up. Right then, the door opens, and walking in is Dean Carver and two police officers. I can tell something was by the looks on their faces.

“Can I have everyone’s attention, please!” Dean Carver speaks loudly to the class. “If you’re wondering why the Police Department is here, I’ll let them explain.”

“I’m sorry to tell you, students, this, but at 6:30 this morning, Mr. Allan Peters was found dead in his home by his wife.” The first officer told us, and the entire class erupted into gasps of shock.

   This news is so unexpected. Out of everyone in the university, I wouldn’t think that anyone, especially Professor Peters, would end up dead. He didn’t seem like the type who would die especially doing the one thing he loved very much, teaching history to students.

“We still don’t know whether the cause of death was murder or suicide. We’ll keep your Dean updated on further information.” The other officer explains.

“For now, all of you may leave, and if you have any questions or want to make cards for his family, my office is always open. Have a good day.” Dean Carver nods to the class.

   Everyone grabbed their stuff and stood up to leave. I looked at Ariel in disbelief after hearing the news of Professor Peters. My mind was running with a million questions.

   How did he die?

   Who would kill him if it was homicide?

   As Ariel and I made it outside the building, I leaned up against the side shaking my head.

“Damn, I can’t believe Professor Peters is dead,” I said, shaking my head.

“Me either,” Ariel replies, nodding.

“What do you want to do now?” I questioned, filing my arms.

“Let’s go to the campus café?” Ariel suggested.

“Sounds good.” I nodded, pushing off the wall.

   Ariel and I talked as we walked to the campus cafeteria to grab something to eat and pass the time since we didn’t have class anymore. Stepping inside, the smell of food hits my nose, and we find an empty table and set our stuff down.

“Can you get me a banana nut muffin and chocolate milk, please?” Ariel asked, handing me the money.

“Yea, sure, and it’s okay. I’ll pay.” I nodded and went to stand in line behind a few students.

   I ordered a bagel with cream cheese, apple juice with an apple, and the food Ariel wanted, then paid before heading back to the table.

“Thank you, best friend.” Ariel smiles as I hand her the food items she wants.

“You’re welcome, love,” I replied, sitting across from her. “What time are we going to the club?”

“Around eight-thirty,” Ariel answers, chewing her muffin.

“Who is this guy you’re talking to, and why haven’t you told me about him?” I asked, feeling a little hurt.

“It’s nothing serious yet. We’re just taking things slow for now.” Ariel shrugs, shaking her head as she avoids my gaze. I know she’s hiding something. She does this when she’s holding onto a secret.

“You had sex with him, didn’t you?” I gasped, shocked.

   Ariel’s cheeks turned red, and I laughed at her. “Alright, fine, I fucked him there.” She threw her hands up, rolling her eyes.

“What did you do for the VIP?” I asked Ariel curiously but knew what she was going to say.

“I sucked his dick,” Ariel whispered, but I heard her very clear.

“You nasty bitch.” I laughed.

“I couldn’t help myself. The man was looking all kinds of sexy, and I had to have a taste.” My best friend explains, shaking her head.

   This guy must’ve been fine for her to blow him for a vip section in the hottest nightclub in the city.

   After a while, Ariel and I decided to leave and hang out around campus until our next class started.

   I sat in an empty seat to the far right of the room because, sadly, I had this lesson with Trent. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see him walk into class, talk to a few other students before looking at me. He smirked then made his way over to me, but instead of sitting next to me, he sat in the seat behind me.

   Just fucking great! He had to sit near me.

   Why won’t he get the hint that I don’t like him? That I want nothing to do with him.

“Hello, Taylor.” I hear Trent whisper.

“Leave me alone, Carver.” I rolled my eyes, writing notes on my paper.

“I just want to have a friendly conversation.” I could hear the smirk in his voice.

“I’m not your friend,” I said, still not giving him the satisfaction of looking at him.

“Whatever have you thought about taking me up on my offer?” Rent questioned, and I instantly got a confused expression on my face.

“What offer is that?” I asked, whispering to keep my voice low.

“Go with me to the frat party.” He smiled.

“I already have plans with my best friend,” I said, rolling my eyes.

“Cancel those plans. Tell your friend you’re going to a party.” Trent said, and I looked at him like he was dumb.

   If he thinks I’m canceling going to the club with my BEST FRIEND, he must be the dumbest asshole I’ve ever met.

   He thinks I’m like most of these girls on this campus, huh?

   He’s one stupid motherfucker.

   Turning back to the Professor, I ignored anything Trent said because it was irrelevant, just like him.

   Finally, the class was over, and I wanted nothing more than to get away from Trent’s sleazy ass. As I walked out, of course, I met Ariel in the middle of the quad.

“Girl, let me tell you what this Squidward-looking ass boy said to me,” I announced, getting her attention.

“Haha, you mean Trent?” Ariel questions laughing.

“Yes.” I nodded. “He said to cancel my plans with you and go to the frat party with him.”

“That boy is so desperate, I swear,” Ariel comments, shaking her head.

“That part. Trent’s so desperate to have another notch on his belt.” I grumbled, shaking my head.

   At that moment, we see Trent walking with one of his friends. He looked at me and smirked, biting onto his bottom lip as his eyes scanned me. Rolling my eyes, I turned around with Ariel, and we walked to our Medical Terminology class.

“Ms. Rogers, can you explain what the prefix of Dys means and give an example?” Professor Lee asked, and I nodded.

“The prefix Dys- means painful, bad, or difficult. An example of that would be Dysrhythmia which means abnormal physiological rhythm.” I explained after glancing down at my notes.

“Very good. Thank you.” My professor smiles before continuing to speak.

   Once this lesson was over, the rest of my classes flew by like a breeze.

   Ariel and I walked into our quiet apartment, and I tossed my keys on the coffee table then plopped onto the couch, groaning.

“I’m so glad this day is over.” I groaned, shifting to lie down.

“Me too. Now I can get some rest before we go out.” Ariel nodded with her eyes closed.

“I’m so tired my brain hurts.” I chuckled, feeling the drowsiness take over me.

   Before I knew it, I was asleep.

    Stepping out of the shower with my towel wrapped around me, I walked to my room, where my red silk dress lay on the bed. I dried myself off before moisturizing my body then slipped on my dress. I’m surprised the dress still fits because I’ve picked up a few pounds the last month. When I walked into the bathroom, I began to style my hair in a neat low bun with a side part. After my makeup was on, I walked into my closet, grabbed my black rhinestone heels, and then slipped them on.

    I grabbed my black clutch off my bed and ensured I had my ID and money inside before walking out of my room and then downstairs. Still waiting for Ariel to finish getting ready, I took a seat on the couch and started taking selfies to entertain myself.

    Finally, after what seemed like forever, I hear her heels click-clacking on the hardwoods staircase. Looking up at her, I felt like a high school boy taking his crush to prom. Ariel looked fine as hell in the brown satin dress she had on, then she topped it off with the mocha strappy heels that made the outfit come together.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Ariel smiled, her cheeks turning a shade of red.

“If I were a guy, I would take you upstairs and fuck the shit out of you,” I replied and laughed at the expression on her face.

“I don’t know if I should accept that as a compliment or take it as disrespect.” Ariel flattered, holding her hand over her heart.

“It means you look fine as hell,” I replied as she grabbed her phone and started texting someone.

“Well, thank you. You look sexy yourself.” She smiled, nodding in approval of my outfit.

“I’m surprised it still fits. I’ve put on weight the last month.” I said, smoothing down my dress since it hugged my curves.

“Girl, you look good,” Ariel said, waving me off.

“Thank you.” I smiled.

“Alright, let’s go. Daddy is meeting us at the club.” My best friend replied, and I stood up.

“Daddy?” I questioned, smirking with my right brow raised.

“With the way he put it down, that’s what I call him.” She said with her head held high.

“Girl, I ain’t mad at you.” I laughed as we walked out the door to her white Chevy Malibu Hybrid.

  After we fastened our seatbelts, she drove away from our apartment complex.

   Soon Ariel pulls up to the Velvet Lounge. We got out of the car and started walking towards the line to wait, but a man appearing to be sculpted  Greek Gods themselves walked up to her, and she smiled at him. They share a kiss and look at me.

“Zander, this is my best friend, Taylor. Taylor, this is Zander.” Ariel grinned, introducing us.

“It’s nice to meet you.” He said with a thick accent. It sounded like he was Italian.

“Same here.” I smiled, shaking his awaiting hand.

“You ladies ready to go party?” Ariel’s man asked the both of us.

“Hell yeah.” I cheered.

  Zander smiled at me before Ariel, and I followed behind me inside the club, smirking at the gasps some of the girls waiting in line did when we walked past them. As soon as my foot stepped foot on the floor of the nightclub, an electric charge went through my body, and I was ready to have some fun. Ariel and I are led through the crowd on the dance floor to an empty VIP section.

“For you ladies.” He said, waving for us to sit down. “I’ll be right back.”   

   When Zander walked away, I looked at Ariel with an amused look on my face. “You did more than suck his dick for this fantastic VIP section.”

“Well, I might’ve fucked him too.” Ariel shrugged, grinning at me.

“Do what you do then, boo. I’m not mad at you” I laughed.

  Zander comes back with a woman that looked to be around my age trailing behind him. “Ladies, this is Becca, and she’ll be serving you tonight.” Yet again, Zander leaves, and we’re alone with Becca, the server.

“What can I get you, ladies?” Becca smiled at us.

“I’ll have a Sex on the Beach,” I said over the booming music.

“You can give me a Greyhound,” Ariel ordered. Becca nods before walking away.

“Want to go dance while we wait?” I asked Ariel, and she nodded.

“Yea, let’s shake some ass.” She cheered.

  We got up and went to the dance floor but made sure to stay by our VIP section to get our drinks when the server brought them. I laughed, spinning Ariel around as she started twerking on me. Finally, our drinks arrived, and we thanked Becca before walking back to the dance floor.

“Mmm, this is good.” I moaned, referring to my drink.

“Mine is too.” Ariel nodded. We took our straws and put them in each other’s glass, and took a sip of each other’s drinks

.“Man, that bartender knows how to make some drinks,” I said, nodding in approval.

“Yea, they do.” She agreed with me.

   Just then, the song I Like Him by Princess Nokia began to play, and I cheered. “This is my shit!” I looked at Ariel and saw her pull out her phone and start to record me. Her cellphone was all in my face.

  I smiled into the camera, singing along with the song, then turned around, bending over, and started shaking my ass. Realizing I had no panties on because it showed through the dress’s material, I turned back towards her pushing her phone out of my face. We danced and finished our first drink then decided to go to the bar for another one. We showed our IDs, paid then went back to the dancefloor.

   It’s been a while since our first drink, and I’m feeling buzzed as hell. The liquor coursed through my veins as I danced alone. Ariel decided to leave me to dance with her Greek God of a man on the other side of the club somewhere. I didn’t care. I was having fun by myself.

Stefano’s POV

  Walking to the edge of the second-level balcony, I stared at my successful nightclub. Of course, this is only a cover-up for what my actual occupation is. I’ve been stuck in my office doing paperwork all day, and it was nice to finally be able to leave and relax with my family and friends.

  Off to the side of me, I see Zander walking up the stairs and standing next to me. “Finally able to breathe?” He questioned amusingly.

“Sì, mio buon amico.” I glanced at him and smiled, patting his shoulder. “Is your woman here?” ( “Yes, my good friend.” )

“Yea, she’s here with her best friend,” Zander replied, nodding his head.

“Where is she?” I questioned.

“Down in that VIP section.” He points down to the dancefloor.

  Scanning the crowd, my eyes land on a silk red dress that hugs the body of a Goddess. Her skin looked silky and soft to the touch. She turns to her friends and smiles before bending over and shaking her ass as her friend recorded her. She has the most beautiful brown eyes I’ve seen in my life, with adorable chubby cheeks and the sexiest full lips.

“Chi è la ragazza nel vestito rosso?” I asked, very intrigued by the woman. ( “Who is the woman in the red dress?” )

“That’s her best friend Taylor,” Zander replied as I continued to stare at the beautiful woman in the red dress.

   After staring at the woman for a while, Zander received a text and walked down to the dancefloor. When he left, I noticed Taylor dancing all alone.

  Now’s my chance to introduce myself.

  Smirking to myself, I make my way down the steps ignoring the women throwing themselves at me, and stealthily walk up behind Taylor and wrap my arm around her waist. She gasped when I pulled her body into mine and began dancing with her to a slow beat song. Her round ass grinds on me as I lean down a get a whiff of her perfume that makes my mouth water. The only thing going through my mind was her. To have her bent over my desk as I pound her out from behind, gripping her ass between my fingers.

  As we danced-well more like as Taylor grinds on me, I lean down to her ear and whisper, “Can I buy another drink?”

   I see her grin as she bites that bottom lip of hers before replying. “Hmm, I don’t know if I should take drinks from strangers.” She turned to me, and I got an up-close look at her features.

“My name’s Stefano. It’s nice to meet you.” I smiled, introducing myself as I held my hand out. “There now, we’re not strangers anymore.”

“You’re funny.” Taylor chuckled, nodding her head. “I’m Taylor, and I guess I can accept your offer to buy me a drink. It would be the nice thing to do.” When she smiled, I could’ve sworn it felt like someone stepped on my chest as it got heavy.

  Holding my hand out, Taylor took it as I led her to the bar. I couldn’t help but watch her ass switch left to right in the clothes she calls a dress. “What’s your poison?”

“I’ll have another Sex on the Beach.” She smirked, glancing at me.

  Giving the order to the bartender, who’s one of my trusted men, I made small talk with the Goddess next to me as he made her drink.

“That’s a nice dress you have on cara mia.” I smiled, looking up and down.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were flirting with me.” Taylor grinned, picking up her drink off the counter. When she went to pay, I stopped her.

“No, it’s on me, I insist,” I said, and she looked at me.

“Nah, I got it.” She shook her head and gave her money to Enzo.

   We make it back to her VIP section, and I sit next to her in the booth close enough to her so I can still smell her sweet perfume. The two of us begin talking, and all I can think about is wondering what her moans sound like bouncing off the walls of my bedroom. She started whispering in my ear, giggling like a schoolgirl in which I did the same, making sure my beard scraped against her skin.

  The more we talked, the more I felt like we were connecting on some level. When I went to say something in Taylor’s ear, she grabbed my chin and brought my lips to hers. Kissing her feels so right. I grabbed her chin between my thumb and first finger and deepened the kiss. As she pulled away, she had a look of lust in her eyes.

“You want to get out of here?” I asked, caressing her soft cheek.

“I don’t know. My friend and I should be leaving soon because we have class in the morning.” Taylor replied, shrugging her shoulders.

   Glancing at the dancefloor, I see Zander and his girl sensually dancing together. “I don’t think she’s leaving anytime soon.” I nodded my head to where Zander was, and Taylor saw her friend and Zander.

  She looks at me, and I can see the hesitation on her face, but after she sat there for a few minutes, she stands to her feet and walks up to her friend. As they talked, Zander’s eyes met mine, and I grinned at him. He knows what I’m implying by giving him a sly smirk. I see Taylor hug her friend before walking back over to me.

“I don’t know if I should feel abandoned or calm.” Taylor flattered as she walked beside me. We walked to the back exit, where two of my guards stood watch, and I led her to my car.

  Holding the door open for her, I bit my lip, glancing down at her ass as she got in the passenger seat. Opening the door on the driver’s side, I got in and turned the car on before driving out of the dark alley to the main street. In no time, we make it to my apartment.

The second my foot stepped over the threshold into my apartment Taylor was on me, and I was on her. I picked her up in my arms and carried her to my bedroom as our lips never left each other. She moaned, biting my bottom lip as I laid her down on the bed. Pulling away, I ran my hands down the softness of her legs and unstrapped her heels. Taylor leaned up, smashing her lips to mine, pulling me down on top of her.

I peeled my button-up off, and Taylor eyed my body, running her fingers down my stomach biting onto her lip. She held a sensual smirk as she unbuckled my belt and pulled it through the loops of my pants, and giggled, unbuttoning my pants before pulling the zipper down.

Her skin is so soft I can’t wait to taste it.

Climbing on top of my gorgeous date, she sits up, allowing me to pull her dress off her body. I instantly latched onto her left nipple, sucking it in my mouth earning a moan from her. As I smashed my lips to hers yet again, I reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a condom, then rolled it on after sliding my briefs off. Her pussy was so wet I could see her essence drip out of her.

I wanted to taste her so bad, but I preferred to be inside of her right now.

Taylor spread her legs, and I pushed inside of her feeling her tight cunt clench around me.

“Oh mio dio, sei così stretto e bagnato.” I moaned, nuzzling her neck before biting the skin. ( “Oh my god, you’re so tight and wet.” )

My hips moved at a faster pace making la mia tentratrice moan from below me. God, she looked so stunning with her pussy so stuffed with my cock.

“H-Harder, please!” Taylor begged, throwing her head back.

Happily, to oblige, I pushed her legs back, making her knees touch the mattress, and picked up pace pounding her sweet cunt out.

“Fuck! You feel so good, tentatrice.” I grunted, focusing on the mewled sounds coming out of Taylor’s mouth. She leans up, watching where I disappeared before falling back on the bed.

I leaned down, capturing her lips as I rolled my hips into hers, hitting her g-spot, which caused her legs to tremble.

“You’re going to make me cum.” She whimpered, reaching down and rubbing her sensitive clit.

“Cum for me, tentatrice. Mmm, squeeze my dick. Make it yours.” I demanded, biting onto her right nipple.

“F-Faster, please, Stefano!” Taylor cried out, gripping the sheets.

Gripping Taylor by her hips, I began pounding my dick inside her pussy, making her have no choice but to take it. I then became mesmerized by the sight of her breast bouncing up and down. Just watching her moan from below me had my stomach tighten and my balls grow heavy.

“You make me want to cum so hard, baby.” I moaned, feeling my orgasm approaching.

“Yes! Please do it. Cum for me.” She moaned, rubbing her clit. “I’m going to cum too.”

While I was pounding her tight pussy she clenched around me, and her body started shaking as her orgasm waved through her. Feeling her walls clench around me like a bear trap, I groaned, releasing inside the contraceptive.

Heavily breathing, I rolled over to the side of her as I stared up at the ceiling. It took me a minute to recover my strength and energy, but when I turned to say something to Taylor, I found out she was already asleep. Smirking, I got out of bed and headed to my bathroom for a shower. When I finished, I walked towards the living room to make a call but not before noticing Taylor’s purse on the floor.

I bet she wouldn’t mind if I took a peek.

Picking up her purse from the floor, I immediately find her ID card.

Hmm, Taylor Rogers. Cute name.

Setting her purse on the table, I grabbed my phone and called my most excellent hacker, my cousin Sandro.

𝗦𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗼 - 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖽𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝖲𝗍𝖾𝖿𝖺𝗇𝗈?

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𝗦𝘁𝗲𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗼 - 𝖢𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗒 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍?

𝗦𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗼 - 𝖶𝗁𝗒?

𝗦𝘁𝗲𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗼 - 𝖨 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗄𝖽 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗂𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗆𝖺𝗍𝗎𝗈𝗇 𝗈𝗇 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖾.

𝗦𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗼 - 𝖠𝗅𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍, 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖾, 𝖨'𝗆 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝗒 𝗐𝖺𝗒.

𝗦𝘁𝗲𝗳𝗮𝗻𝗼 -𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍.

𝗦𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗼 - 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋.

Hanging up, I sat in the living room and waited for Sandro to arrive.

Within thirty minutes, I hear a knock on the door. There was no doubt that it was Sandro, so I opened the door.

“What’s the name?” He asked as I handed him her ID.

“Taylor Rogers,” I replied, and he looked at noticing I was in nothing but a pair of sweatpants.

“She’s asleep already?” Sandro jokingly asked.

“Don’t worry about that. Get Taylor’s background information and return that to me tomorrow.” I said, grinning at him.

Sandro shakes his head but nods as he walks away. As I laid in bed I smirked thinking that I’ll finally be able to have la mia regina by my side.

𝗧𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝘀

𝗧𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗲 - 𝖳𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌