12 FORMER
PART. 1 ONE NIGHT IN SANTORINI
The magic of gently blowing love awakens the recesses of the soul that contemplates the abandoned.
Santorini a city in the corner of Greece, sparkling blue facades reflected seductively, inviting exaggerated admiration.
Spirits of lovers seem to be wandering around stalking every couple who are drunk with romance. Blowing a happy scent between closed eyelids accompanies the sighs of breath that fight each other.
Morning sunlight penetrates through the cracks of window glass covered in bone white curtains in a hotel room.
A thick blanket wrapped the beautiful body of a beautiful girl who fell asleep naked. Deep black hair, long beautifully stroked covering a smooth white back skin that is slightly exposed. He wriggled spoiled while scratching one of his closed eyelids.
A foreign body scent blew finely on my nose, I buried my face deeper into the pillow. Aware of the arms cramping, late sleeping on my stomach, I switched the position on my back.
Instantly, both of my eyes gasped in a sitting position lying down. Looking around, every corner of the room.
The foreign!
Wake up! Me? What did I do last night?
My clothes? Why me?
Oh no!
Santorini, OIA (Greece)
February 14, 17:05:13, Andronis Luxury Suites
Mask Party, Magazine Party
The wind of the Aegean Sea blowing coldly scrambled the pitch-black long hair that was strung straight by the waist, making a few strands slightly tangled.
Sitting pensively alone in a pink chair, the edge of a steep caldera cliff. My view was sweeping, enjoying the beautiful union of the volcanic realm and the incredibly blue, perfect ocean. Creating a calm and peaceful atmosphere simultaneously. I rarely get to enjoy this precious moment.
I fix my hairdo that started fussing, I was too lazy to get out of my seat. Like there's a bucket of durable glue stuck firmly to the end of my ass. Ha**ha I think I'm overreacting.
I was actually waiting for someone earlier, someone very annoying. He always makes me wait, I'm almost tired of making it.
Waiting and waiting. Hugh's!
The food that had been sitting before my eyes did not even touch, it seemed like it was cold drying curly.
Scroll again and again the numbers from the clock that appeared on my phone screen, almost 30 minutes. Akhs! Cook yes I have to wait for him all day here, the most boring thing in the world is to wait and wait.
These two legs could no longer hold, I finally stood up from sitting, a little cramping I felt. I sit for an hour, I could be a stone here. I lift a little red silk dress that dangles just feet, so it is more free to step.
Suddenly the end of my shoe squeezed the end of my dress. Consequently.... Auchs! Luckily someone managed to hold my weight with his arms, hard and stocky arms. My head seemed to look up, looking curiously at the owner of the hand. The corner of his two monolidic eyes looked at me fixedly from behind the mask that covered the beautiful white face.
His eyes were narrow, his eyebrows thick. Pretty handsome. Uh, but maybe just the opposite, my mind is joking.
“Uhm... sorry,” I said bowed shyly, apologizing.
He looked around before finally saying. “Mmm, will you come out of this crowd with me? I almost died of boredom here” invited him to sound so polite, his voice was heavy, low a little hoarse typical of men really.
I fell silent fixated on not answering, the man's hand was still holding my arm, I tried to read the motion – gerik, the heart intent stored in the iris of his hazel eyeball, he said, who knows there is a veiled intention from the good attitude he shows.
Do not easily believe in strangers, especially those you do not know, I said in my heart to remind myself.
Nihil, I did not find any awkwardness from the gazes of those two hazel eyes.
As I always say, “No, thank you!”
It just popped out of my lips without giving it a chance, taking off his hand grip from my arm. I walked, moved away without looking back, no matter if the man in a black suit was still standing glued to me.
I stared at the masked humans who came across me, a feeling of fear was found in the chest. Yes, I am afraid of being caught hand in hand with other men, rather afraid of being caught cheating, but I am not cheating, why should I be afraid. I know though my faith says so, but in the eyes of the paparazzi everything can be reversed
My name is Nesya Reneschea. The body is beautiful half angel, friendly, kind and polite, perfect with elegance and elegance attached to this self.
My status as a famous model, singer, actress and presenter. 11 years of career in the world of intertainment sometimes makes me a little bored, there are times when I need time to be alone let alone the name privacy. Sometimes I feel careless having to hide – hide when it comes to dating issues.
Don't get a scandal!
The scariest thing for me is being stalked by a mysterious person. Those who call themselves stalkers, give me a little cringe of horror, imagining what they can do when we are alone without a companion or accompanying crew. Make the feathers crumble, frightened. Hiii....
But why yes, same man I am…. Feel familiar! Surprisingly, I was like a stranger to hearing his voice.
As if you ever knew, somewhere?
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Good evening, Miels presents a romantic gender novel. Stay romantic sweet.
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