EIGHTEEN

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XAVION MIKHAILOV "Isadora, keep your hands to yourself." I let out getting annoyed by the way this girl keeps trying to be attached to my arm in any situation she gets. "But why? I know you like it when I touch you." Like the brat she is, she starts whining. All I can feel is that I want to kill her so bad but alas, I can't because I need her. I want to keep myself away from Rosalind and this can happen only when my mind is set on someone else. Isadora is the only one whom I have f****d more than once but now I think I shouldn't have asked her to come here and live for some days in the mansion. Because now, she has started to behave like she is the Queen of this house which she can't be at any time soon. "Have you forgotten who I am?" I ask calmly, too calmly that she gulps while her eyes show fear. "Umm, I have to decide what I should wear for today's party. So, I am going to my room." By saying this, she dash out of there leaving me to sigh in relief. Today there is a very big party where the leaders of all the mafia families are going to attend and everyone will bring their significant one. By any chance if anyone hasn't found the one then they can bring anyone as their date. As the Mafia King, I can't skip the party so yes, I am going there and Isadora is going to be my date for tonight. I just hope she doesn't open her big mouth and say something for that I have to kill her.
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