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51 ◆ Some Gut Feel ◆
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1 new messageFrom: Ricchar"Ignazio called to ask if I'll be there at his party tomorrow. Zio still ghosting you? My calls still can't get through"Today 01:29AMShit. He's asking again if I'd heard from Pappa. Meaning: my father's been MIA for about two days now. What the shit's he up to now?With a sigh, I curbed the painful urge to smash my useless phone onto the nightstand while the naked brunette on top of me kept stroking my hair like I was a baby she had to put to sleep.
The girl wasn't totally naked under the covers, though. Her bra still covered her heaving chest—even after she'd screwed me twice. Maybe she was a tad insecure about her rack. Or maybe she just liked to keep them on during sex.
I didn't really care—I just needed some distraction. A willing and very attractive distraction. Even though I doubted her at fir
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