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Angelica the golden beauty.
chapter seven.
Angelica.
The nerve of this pig. Seriously, carrying me like a sack of potatoes? I mean I am a lady with class. Women with class don't carry around the amount of madness your petite frame carries. Sometimes am amazed by my ability to insult myself.I've never felt so man handled in my whole life, even while at the hotel no one dared to touch me the way this man is touching me. Whatever happened to chivalry?
Only after we were completely out of the woods did the pig let me go. And my view once again was met with the mansion, the only difference was now I had the men in black surround me with their guns pointed accurately in my direction. I see, the pig took my threat seriously.
A normal person in my position would be afraid for their life. But being the mad woman I am, I felt proud. I mean who wouldn't, these people are so scared of me they have to have all these guns pointed towards me, to some extent, I am a badass I thought as I fought a tiny smile from making it's way on my face. Or maybe they want to make your death less painful. That thought alone is enough to wash out all trackes of humour out of my system. Replacing it with fury and rage, who do these barbarians think they are?do they know who I am?why would they need to know who you are?are you an a class assassin who can end all their lives with one bullet? I mean, am not but I can be dangerous right?....right?
As I turned around to give the pig a piece of my mind,I was involuntarily stunned. I mean the adonis before me doesn't qualify to be called a pig. In fact I feel, no, I strongly believe the heavens will punish me for calling one of their if not best asset a pig.
I've seen men before in my life but the greek god standing before me is a MAN. Unlike the men in black surrounding me, he isn't abnormally built but I can tell that even beneath the nicely fitted suit are arms and legs packed with delicious muscle. After looking at his arms and legs carefully my gaze is averted to his chest and abdomen area and the urge to take off that jacket and dress shirt so I can see what my eyes want to see is so overwhelming that I immediately avert my gaze to his face before i do anything stupid like undress him, the curious part of me wants to ask him to turn around so i can see his ass. My unwavering gaze is met with features so sharp he looks like he's been carved out of marble. His chizeld chin is bare of any facial hair. Can he grow out a normal amount of...
Angelica.
The nerve of this pig. Seriously, carrying me like a sack of potatoes? I mean I am a lady with class. Women with class don't carry around the amount of madness your petite frame carries. Sometimes am amazed by my ability to insult myself.I've never felt so man handled in my whole life, even while at the hotel no one dared to touch me the way this man is touching me. Whatever happened to chivalry?
Only after we were completely out of the woods did the pig let me go. And my view once again was met with the mansion, the only difference was now I had the men in black surround me with their guns pointed accurately in my direction. I see, the pig took my threat seriously.
A normal person in my position would be afraid for their life. But being the mad woman I am, I felt proud. I mean who wouldn't, these people are so scared of me they have to have all these guns pointed towards me, to some extent, I am a badass I thought as I fought a tiny smile from making it's way on my face. Or maybe they want to make your death less painful. That thought alone is enough to wash out all trackes of humour out of my system. Replacing it with fury and rage, who do these barbarians think they are?do they know who I am?why would they need to know who you are?are you an a class assassin who can end all their lives with one bullet? I mean, am not but I can be dangerous right?....right?
As I turned around to give the pig a piece of my mind,I was involuntarily stunned. I mean the adonis before me doesn't qualify to be called a pig. In fact I feel, no, I strongly believe the heavens will punish me for calling one of their if not best asset a pig.
I've seen men before in my life but the greek god standing before me is a MAN. Unlike the men in black surrounding me, he isn't abnormally built but I can tell that even beneath the nicely fitted suit are arms and legs packed with delicious muscle. After looking at his arms and legs carefully my gaze is averted to his chest and abdomen area and the urge to take off that jacket and dress shirt so I can see what my eyes want to see is so overwhelming that I immediately avert my gaze to his face before i do anything stupid like undress him, the curious part of me wants to ask him to turn around so i can see his ass. My unwavering gaze is met with features so sharp he looks like he's been carved out of marble. His chizeld chin is bare of any facial hair. Can he grow out a normal amount of...
