Page 32 of Romeo
“You messed around with Rose and fucked others before you fucked me! What in the hell were you thinking? Oh fuck, I hate you,” I yell, tears falling down my face.
“Baby, I love you and always will,” Romeo says, grinding his molars and swallowing.
“Romeo! Now I think that you really did earn your road name. How many girls in school did you fuck? You didn’t only fuck the club whores but the entire school! I need to get away from you,” I hiss, unbuckling the seat belt.
“Cherry, wait! Let me help you out,” Romeo says, opening his door.
I pull the door handle and slide down from the seat, moaning, holding my side with tears falling.
Romeo runs around the cage and wraps his arms around me.
“Let me the fuck go, fucker,” I hiss, lowering my eyelids.
“No. You’re hurt,” Romeo says, gazing into my eyes.
His beautiful jewel eyes look so concerned and anxious.
“I don’t want you to touch me,” I say, stoned-faced.
Yeah, I’m dying inside.
“In fact, I’m so pissed off that as soon as I feel better, I’m going to fuck all the cute bastards that I see,” I say, turning up my lips.
“Baby, you will not fuck any motherfucker! You’re my Old Lady, your pussy is mine, and I haven’t fucked anyone since you saw me with that club whore,” Romeo says, pulling me close.
“I don’t fucking want to talk to you. I’m so pissed off at you,” I hiss, pushing his chest.
“Baby, let me carry you inside, and Slash will check you out,” Romeo hums.
“No. I want to go to my room. Mommy will check me out. I know I have some broken ribs.
“Fuck! Baby, we will do all of that, but the house will take a while for me to save up,” Romeo says, gazing into my eyes.
Fucker!
Those eyes get me all the fucking time!
“Yeah, we can do it together,” I say, looking at him.
“Fuck, does it mean that you forgive me,” Romeo asks, raising his brow.
“No, not yet. But I want it all. Take me to my room,” I huff, looking at the moon.
I can’t believe this motherfucker, son of bitch!
I don’t know what to think, but I do know that I love him.
He did all that shit when we were younger, and he hadn’t committed even if he loved me. I hate that he fucked who knows how many bitches.
Fuck!
I’m so pissed at him. I hate these conflicting feelings.
I love him so much.
He rescued me from those bastards, my hero.
But he fucked up all those years ago.
