๐๐๐โ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ - ๐:๐๐
โ๐ ๐๐จ๐งโ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฒ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ญ๐ซ๐ฎ๐ญ๐ก, ๐ฌ๐๐ฒ ๐ข๐ญ ๐๐ข๐งโ๐ญ ๐ฌ๐จ ๐ ๐๐จ๐งโ๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฒ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ, ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ฅ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฒ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ?โ
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Romeo was your boyfriend, a secret boyfriend of course, with your life as a pop-star and his as an actor, you two couldnโt possibly need the media involved.
But unfortunately, the media had started hinting towards him after someone spotted your car outside of his house overnight.
You wouldโve left earlier if he hadnโt persuaded you to have an extremely long make out sesh that turned into something bigger.
You were stressed, he didnโt care, honestly: he laughed before he realized how much it affected you. He tried to stop you from reading through the comments, but you shoved him away.
He grabbed your wrist โhey- hey.. cmon you arenโt making anything better by doing that, give me the phone love..โ he said gently.
You shake your head โno- let me read them..โ you say frustrated, he takes the phone out of your hand, letting your wrist go and turns the phone off โstop. stay seated love, listen to me.โ he says sternly, you felt obligated to listen to his rough accent.