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Sixty-Four: Let Me Hold You

Author: B.E Belle
last update publish date: 2026-03-29 19:28:40
Dmitry

Fuck!!! Fuck! Fuck! That's the only thing raging in my head as I watch my woman walking next to Kevin.

This was supposed to be our evening, our sweet fucking date, and that jerkface just had to fucking ruin it. The only upside to this whole scene is Brianna. I still don't get how such a sweet soul is unfortunately related to a piece of shit like Kevin.

“Are you Gia’s brother?” The little girl by my side asks with a smile and I have the urge to spill the beans about how much I love Gian
B.E Belle

author hereee. how's everyone? 🤭 dont forget to drink water 🌷💕

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  • My Pretty Dirty Kitten    Eighty: Brain Dead

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  • My Pretty Dirty Kitten    Seventy-Seven: Your First

    Gianna “I’m really sorry Dima sweetie, you know if it was up to me I wouldn’t be in New York if it wasn’t urgent. Please don’t be mad at me pookie bear.” I stare at the text, and then back at a sleeping Dmitry. Dima sweetie? Pookie bear!??? He didn’t mention anything about this woman who— I thought he disliked pet names? Great to know Rhonda isn’t his only woman.Goodness, the idea of smothering him with a pillow feels so good right now.“Why are you up baby?” His gruff sleepy voice fills my ears and I shut my eyes, letting it engulf me for a split second before handing over his phone.“Your phone woke me up.”His eyes crack open, blinking slowly before glancing on his phone in my outstretched hand. His face contorts, a mix of fear or is it confusion? He sits up slowly and takes the phone, he hesitates a bit before reading it, a faint smile curves around his lips then it twists into a thin line.He sets the phone face down on the nightstand, and exhales through his nose.One day.

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