𝐂 𝐇 𝐀 𝐏 𝐓 𝐄 𝐑 𝐅 𝐎 𝐑 𝐓 𝐘 - 𝐓 𝐖 𝐎

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𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖,

𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒆𝒙𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖

𝒅𝒐.

𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖.

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THE whole car ride was filled with Marcelo arguing with someone over the phone and some threats here and there.

Are you sure he isn't in the mafia?

Violeta sat still looking at the window.

She was waiting for Marcelo to comment on her outfit.

But he hasn't looked her way ever since the phone call.

Violeta liked that she wasn't getting the creepy attention, but she was scared of when it will happen. The possessiveness and the creepy comments.

She jumped when Marcelo slammed his palm on the steering wheel.

"Fuck!" Marcelo said and pulled his hair back.

Violeta looked at him confused and looked ahead to see traffic.

Her heart dropped knowing she had to stay in the place as Marcelo.

Yes, she has been in the same room and the same bed but the car is so stuffy and too small.

"I don't give a fuck if he's hesitant about it! Set up a meeting or I'll go to him and it won't be pretty," Marcelo threaten causing Violeta to look away and turned towards the window.

Marcelo ended the call and threw his phone in the cupholder.

He sighed and pulled his hair back.

Violeta did not move an inch hoping Marcelo would ignore her.

But God had different plans, Marcelo put his hands on Violeta's thighs.

Violeta tensed.

Marcelo frowned feeling her warm skin.

He turned towards Violeta finally seeing her outfit.

Violeta didn't look at him and pretend she was wandering off into space.

Marcelo looked and her outfit and stop and the top that was unbuttoned showed the curves of her boobs.

Marcelo smirked and lightly traces the curves of her boobs.

Violeta grabbed his hands causing him to stop.

Marcelo smirked, "You're that desperate for my attention you had to put this outfit?"

Violeta pushed his hand away.

"I don't want your attention. I chose to wear this because I like it," Violeta said and crossed her arm and put on her legs over the other, and turned towards the window.

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