Alessander Was A Man That Could Easily Make One Fold

How did my life end up like this? My sister is in some university in some country, far away from me. My relationship with Camille was shit, and so was the business. My ties to the gang were severed completely and now, I had an overbearing bastard hovering over me, about to have his way with me.

Ferrari leaned in and rested his head on my shoulder. In a low tone, he groaned, "That's unfair Coco, now I can't fuck you."

He rolled over to my left side, and crossed his arms behind his head, his gaze pointed at the ceiling he asked, "What do I have to do? To make you look only my way?"

I inhaled softly, scared to breathe the wrong way and risk angering him.

Seeing as I didn't respond he changed the topic, "Are you hungry?'

My growling stomach answered, causing him to laugh. He got off the bed, "Wait a moment, I'll see what I can do." Then he left the room to fix me what I hoped was dinner.