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When we got to his home. He switched on the lights and led me to the sitting room. His mother was sitting on the couch with her laptop on her lap. She had a pink minnie mouse blanket warming her legs. She seemed to be wearing a hello kitty gown.
On the TV, the song 'I won't' by Britton was playing. Now this right here was why I adored this woman so much. Despite being past her prime she was still a fan of all things considered childish.
"Omg mom I'm so glad you're still awake."
I let go of Angelo's hand and ran to her. I nearly jumped on her but stopped in my tracks when I remembered she had a laptop on her. She acknowledged my presence by setting her laptop aside and hugged me.
"I thought you kids weren't coming home anymore, why are you so drenched?"
Angelo came forward and hugged his mom. Mahira patted his back gently and pulled his
cheek. Mahira wasn't really tall, she was approximately my height and just like me she had to stand on her tiptoes if she wanted to do 'the neck hug'.
"Are you kids hungry? There's pork ribs and greek salad in the fridge."
"Wow mom. That sounds so delicious. I'll go warm up our food. I wish I lived here."
"You can if you marry me. It's as simple as agreeing to be my wife."
Mahira smiled at me and wiggled her brows mischievously and I buried my face in my palms out of embarrassment. Angelo chuckled then Mahira burst into laughter. The situation was too embarrassing so I went to the kitchen. Their kitchen was ginormous, it was giving off masterchef Australia kitchen vibes.
The main color of the kitchen was dark pink. There was a row of 7 main tall cupboards. The first cupboard had a collection of mugs. Mrs Mahira was obsessed with mugs and she loved mugs as a gift. It didn't matter if it was cheap or expensive she loved mugs as much as she loved her coffee. You'd think that they were just for decoration but she did use them. I saw her use a different mug every time I came here. All the mugs here were silly looking actually but really adorable. It was like a fantasy cup collection.
The second cupboard had a collection of plates. Well she was a little bit invested in her plates.
They weren't typical rich people fancy plates. They were disney inspired plates with various shapes. A set with the shape of a flower, heart, triangle, anything you could think of. Some had cartoon characters on them, it was just adorable.
The third cupboard had snacks, yes snacks and only snacks. If I lived here I think the kitchen then the library would be my two main favorite spots. This cupboard had a lot of snacks, pringles, lays, doritos,chocolates, caramel popcorn just an unending list.
If I kept staring at her cupboards for way too long I sure as hell will dream about them. I went to the double door fridge and opened it. This fridge would always be my haven if I came here. I took the pork and greek salad. I put the pork on two separate plates and warmed it up. To think this was just one of their houses. Running over 50 companies, mahira had estates, houses, property, land anywhere she wanted. I'm not sure how many mansions they owned but I was sure they were a lot.The food was done warming up. I put peri peri sauce all over mine and barbeque sauce on Angelo's plate. I took the food to the sitting room and served Angelo his food. Mahira was back to using her laptop. I moved the table that was in the middle of all the couches and sat on the mat. I took the remote and switched on the TV. I chose to watch The Royals which had Nora Fatehi and i really liked that woman.
The pork ribs were delicious and hot but delicious. The touch of peri peri sauce made it spicy and it burned my tongue but that's the thrill of hot sauce and chillies. I envy rich people. They can eat whatever they want at any time. Germany is a beautiful country but I hate it. Food here was expensive and not very appetizing. There's this soup I'm not sure what it's made of but it looks like they put lettuce, garlic and raw intestines or a skinned rat then added water for it to look like soup. Every time I saw that soup I wanted to puke. No matter how wealthy I am I will never digest that thing, over my dead body. Groceries and apartments were costly too but lucky me I guess for finding the apartment I live in and things have been easier with Laila so i cant really complain.I want to live in Scotland one day or even Finland. Well those are dreams to be fulfilled once i have a lot of money.
When we were done eating I washed our plates,dried them and packed them neatly where they belonged. Angelo took me to his room and he gave me his shirt to wear while he changed into his sweatpants. He didn't wear a shirt, his whole chest was exposed. He was well built, when he wore his suits he looked like he didnt really have a muscular body but sign me the fuck up when he aint wearing no office suit he looked lean and muscular.
Girls sometimes preferred a man who was huge, Angelo wasn't the body builder kind of
muscular nor the muscular described by dark romance and i was fine with that. I preferred my guys this way.
"stop eye fucking me princess or else youll be limping around tomorrow."
I looked away embarrassed. I felt his arms lift me up and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his torso. He laid me on his bed and knelt down in between my legs. He started off by kissing my feet then slowly his kisses rose to my thighs until my aching pussy.
"You should sleep princess but here you are with your sweet cunt on my face."
He stood up and planted a gentle kiss on my forehead.
"Don't worry I'll never have sex with you without your permission."
I smiled at him. My mind wandered off to Saint. How would Angelo feel if he knew I melted into the kiss of another man. How to tell him that I was ready just that I was scared. He believed I was a virgin but I gave myself to Saint.