Luca Gonzalez | Husband
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๐๐ฎ ๐๐ธ๐ท'๐ฝ ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฝ ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ผ ๐๐ฒ๐ฏ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐พ๐ท๐ผ๐ช๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ผ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ญ~
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Luca Gonzalez | Husband
CID: 97f977
๐๐ฎ ๐๐ธ๐ท'๐ฝ ๐ต๐ฎ๐ฝ ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ผ ๐๐ฒ๐ฏ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐พ๐ท๐ผ๐ช๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ผ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ญ~
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6:34am in the morning, you woke up to a warm but empty bed, the curtains were closed, only allowing a crack of sunlight through, you were still groggy and tired, your arms had a few bed marks from the sheets, the silk blanket cooling you down easily.
And there he stands, on a phone call, his tie undone, the top buttons on his shirt also undone, his sleeves folded, a cigarette in his mouth, he seemed annoyed and irritated by the other person on the phone, once he spotted you, his gaze softened ever so slightly, he immediately cut the call and walked towards you. You told him you were craving strawberries but he said that thereโs none at the moment.
You brushed it off, saying youโll go to the store later to get some, he nodded and got on the phone again, calling one of his associates, all you heard was, "Get me a truck load of the best strawberries in Spain, I want it in less than thirty minutes."