Lorraine Lebedev

"You have a serious problem, Lora." Haletta sneered.

I rolled my eyes.

"I have a serious problem, you're the one who randomly asked them out!" I protested.

Just because I always do a background check on guys I go out with isn't being a creep at all. I'm being responsible.

I'm not the one going around asking random people to have dinner and go to their house later on.

"Just tell me their names Haletta and stop being a pain in the ass," I said. "Stop, just stop," she said, throwing her hands in the air.

"Okay fine. Make sure you tell me everything when you get back." I declared openly.

She stopped searching in her closet and faced me. "You are coming."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Lorraine shut the fuck up and accept that you are coming!" she yelled, throwing one of her bras at me.

I caught it and threw it on the bed. "See this..." I said, waving my hands back and forth towards Haletta. "This is why you are single."

"No, it's because I'm too hot to date." she flexed.

I gagged and rolled my eyes. "Such a control freak, we always get to do what you want but never do what I want." I cried.

She laughed and threw a black jumpsuit on the bed. "Babe, we always do what I want because you are boring." she asserted.

I rolled my eyes and threw myself on her bed.

It was silent for a moment. "My birthday is coming up." she announced randomly.

"And..."

"And I want you to get me a crystal glass dildo," Haletta said while she checked out her breasts in the mirror.

I gasped. "What the hell Haletta!" I laughed. She turned around and crossed her arms. "I'm serious."

I immediately stopped laughing and looked at her with wide eyes.

I swear this woman is something else.

"No, I will not get you a dildo, why do you even want a dildo Haletta?!"

"Oh you know the usual is to randomly shove it up people's ass when I'm bored or curl my hair with it." she sarcastically let out.

I rolled my eyes. "Wow."

"Just get me one and move on." she spoke.

I will not get her a dildo. "Fine if it will shut you up."

She clapped her hands in excitement and blew a kiss. "See, now that's called being a good cousin."

Her birthday is a month away so I have plenty of time to get her a better present than a dildo.

Haletta's phone pings and she quickly grabs her phone. "Ohh, it's them." she said excitedly.

"They will be here in ten minutes."

I stand up and walk over to the mirror. "I don't look bad." I said out loud.

My red hair is curled and my makeup is light. I'm wearing a solid contrast lace cami top with high waisted jeans and black boots.

"You look cute." Haletta complimented.

I turned around and Haletta wore a tight red dress that was mid-thigh length.

We both left her room and sat on the couch as we waited for them.

Haletta turned on the tv, flicking through channels to find something to watch. "Tv is boring." she announced.

She stopped when a song began to play. "Fuck, I love this song!"

The intro played out and Haletta stood up pretending like she's performing at a concert.

"Nine in the morning, The man drops his kids off at school." she sang as she swayed her hips side to side.

I think this is Harry Styles.

"SHE!" she yelled out.

I was startled and glared at her. "Haletta!" I yelled.

"She lives in daydreams with me!" she yelled again but this time in my face. "I hate you." I said pulling out my middle finger.

"SHE!" Haletta yelled again and giggled.

She checked her phone and smiled. "Holy shit they are here."

She turned the tv off and grabbed her purse then ran to the door. "Hurry up!"

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We stood outside like maniacs as we waited for them. "I thought you said they were outside," I said, running my fingers through my hair.

"They said they were," she said disappointed.

I was about to speak but I was distracted when I saw a car slowly driving towards us. "That's them," she announced with excitement.

They pulled up with a black Range Rover. The windows were tinted so we couldn't see them.

The car door opened and a man stepped out.

How did Haletta manage to get guys like them!

The man is very buff. His long dark hair looked wet as it covered half his eyes. His lips look moist and kissable with a defined jaw and a stubble beard. He wore a black turtleneck, black tapered trousers with a long off-white coat, and Oxford shoes.

He slicked his hair back and when I tell you this man is so fine.

His green eyes complimented his olive-toned skin with his long eyelashes and thick sharp eyebrows.

He smiled, showing off his white teeth. "Haletta." he greeted with his Italian accent.

The other approached us wearing black ripped jeans, a tucked-in white shirt and a leather jacket with Chelsea boots.

He has dirty blond hair with golden-brown eyes, and he had a scar on his right cheek. It looked hot.

I find scars attractive on guys.

"Lora, this is Marcello." she pointed to the guy with a turtleneck. "And that's Rhett.'' She introduced the blonde guy.

Marcello and Rhett.

Aren't these the guys that left with Raphaël the other day?

They both looked at me and smiled.

"Nice meeting you Lorraine," Rhett spoke with an American accent.

Shit.

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