TEN-1

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TEN "I've always wondered how you'd taste on my tongue" He whispered. As Devonte drove, he cursed the blonde waitress profusely in his head. He was so going to get her fired. And Matteo Moretti was going to hear a piece of his mind for such an unprofessional act. Well he wasn't really going to since he had a to apologize to her. He agreed he was at fault yet that didn't really justify the waitress's hate towards Aaliyah. He had all these things to do but first he had to right things with his piccola colomba. "Mr. Michel, are you taking me to..." " Yes, piccola colomba. We're going to my place". Devonte cut her short. Answering her question. There's no way in hell was he allowing her to go back to her school where he'd be far from her when she was bothered. And most probably, still suic

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