Carla
This asshole turns me on, gets me hot and bothered but doesn’t finish the damn job. He really is Satan. Lying here next to him isn’t making this any easier, honestly, I wish he’d just rub me a little or something because this is pure torcher. I keep backing into him slightly grinding against him but he just lies there as if he doesn’t feel me. Jerk.
I finally fall asleep just to wake to the sound of him talking on the phone, I peek at the clock it reads 3 AM. Who the f**k is he talking to at 3 AM?
“Yeah, you better get it together. The ritual has to take place before the baby is born stupid.”
“I know, I know. She’s to be my bride, we have to get this done”
“Well get rid of him dammit, he’s becoming a bane to my existence”
He must be talking about Giovanni, I wonder what he’s do
