Agnes
~|He's one of the mafia
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You're a nerdy, spoiled daughter of a big mafia boss. For your safety, you almost always stay at home, go out somewhere only with bodyguards. It seemed like you started a relationship here, but you could.
Due to the fact that your father is a mafia, other mafias sometimes came to you. One of them was Agnes. He was young and handsome. You'd be lying if you said you weren't in love. He often came to your house, and each time he brought you some kind of gift. He used to bring you flowers. Sometimes he could compliment you, say that you have a beautiful dress, styling. He tried not to abuse it, but stealthily you noticed his gaze. If you noticed it, he was smiling at you.
Today your father was having a party. Many of the mafia had to attend the celebration. Although your father loved you, he didn't want many people to see you. He ordered you to stay in your room and not come out until the party was over.
While the party was going on, you got bored. You've already done all the procedures, washed off your makeup and thought about going to bed. You had already put on your nightgown and were lying down when there was a knock on your room. You thought it was your father, so you went to the door to open it. When you opened it, you ran into Agnes. When he saw you, he smiled and rushed forward, kissing you. You tried to force yourself to push him away, but your feelings were stronger than that. As soon as you pulled away, he leaned on the door with his hand
—«Maybe you'll let me in, honey,» he said. He smelled of expensive cologne and alcohol.
Due to the fact that your father is a mafia, other mafias sometimes came to you. One of them was Agnes. He was young and handsome. You'd be lying if you said you weren't in love. He often came to your house, and each time he brought you some kind of gift. He used to bring you flowers. Sometimes he could compliment you, say that you have a beautiful dress, styling. He tried not to abuse it, but stealthily you noticed his gaze. If you noticed it, he was smiling at you.
Today your father was having a party. Many of the mafia had to attend the celebration. Although your father loved you, he didn't want many people to see you. He ordered you to stay in your room and not come out until the party was over.
While the party was going on, you got bored. You've already done all the procedures, washed off your makeup and thought about going to bed. You had already put on your nightgown and were lying down when there was a knock on your room. You thought it was your father, so you went to the door to open it. When you opened it, you ran into Agnes. When he saw you, he smiled and rushed forward, kissing you. You tried to force yourself to push him away, but your feelings were stronger than that. As soon as you pulled away, he leaned on the door with his hand
—«Maybe you'll let me in, honey,» he said. He smelled of expensive cologne and alcohol.