Danielle
Giovanni surely never fails to keep his promises.
I scrunch up my face as the stinging on my ass increases when I walk out of the dressing room, and the shop assistant pulls at my dress.
“Don’t you like it?” Loredana looks up at me worried, her question causing my other friends to do the same.
“Erm… No, no, I love it,” I stutter out, feeling the heat creeping up my cheeks.
As if I could tell her that I’m sore because we took our playtime a bit too far.
I pass my hands over the white fabric, and I clear my throat. “But does it have to be white? I really don’t want to… I don’t know… What if he freaks out?”
“He won’t,” Loredana shouts, squinting her eyes at me.
“Yeah. I think the bigger issue will be him having to keep his s**t together not to jump you as soon as he se
