May 22, 2019
can someone PLEASE bring us a malumaaaaa?? omg y'all
bring us maluma!
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can someone PLEASE bring us a malumaaaaa?? omg y'all
bring us maluma!
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While Miguel had already gotten through to Sheena with regards to her ex, he still had some unfinished business with the dude. It infuriated him how shamelessly nonchalant he acted about it all. How he’d even struck the nerve to come visit her to make ‘amends.’ Miguel wasn’t the smartest man, but he could smell bullshit from a mile away. Whatever Donavan’s intentions were now, however much he’d change was neither here nor there to him. All he knew was that he had hurt the girl he cared about most and was capable of doing it again, but not under his watch. No, he made a promise to protect Sheena no matter what and that’s exactly what he planned on doing. This Donavan fellow needed to be taught a lesson. Even more, he needed to be taken out of the picture for good. Lucky for him, Miguel knew exactly how to do it.
He’d done his research and collected the man’s hotel and flight information with much more ease than he’d anticipated. After pulling a few more strings, he managed to get a copy of the man’s room key and even paid off the hotel to remain primarily empty on that floor for the evening until he handled his business. Thus, he rested back in the worn couch of the man’s measly hotel room, anxiously awaiting his arrival. When he finally heard clicks at the door, it was like music to his ears. A grin formed on his lips as the man slipped into the room, completely unaware of his presence up until the lights flickered on. “Donny boy!” He cheered in mock excitement, thumbs rubbing over the brass knuckles he was wearing. “This is one shit room you’re staying in, bro. If you weren’t such a worthless piece of shit, I might’ve even felt bad for you.”
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[email protected]: now, really, what's the chance of you really reading any of these? slim, most likely. i have a decent size following from a very small modeling career and those comments are exhausting so i can only imagine what you go through with what you have built. it was a shame i found out about you through an conspiracy theory blog first, though. being accused of murder had to put a damper on things, and i'm truly sorry you had to go through that. i'm ashamed to say i personally know the person who started that whole mess for you.
here i am! (forgot to mention that i'm filling damon's ex wc!)