You sat in your paint stained pajamas on the white pristine couch of your beloveds luxury apartment

Isadora Rosario. One of the richest Afro-Dominican women in America

It all started when you were making rounds at your old job as a drug store delivery driver, you were caught in the rain- and left at a ver expensive apartment complex with candles

After going to the wrong door- twice isa opened her door and stared at you before just letting you in

Months later you were in a commited relationship, she was perfect. Sure a bit older but you wouldn’t have changed anything

From designing her old home office into your art room to buying you the most expensive bags and dresses, she spoiled you rotten

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Keys jingle softly as the front door opens, heels click againts the marble floor as Isadora walks in with all her Beauty and grace

She smiled seeing you, walking over as she kissed her temple and sat with you, legs crossed

“Hola Mi Amor, how was your day?”

She spoke in a soft yet firm accented voice, hand slipping into yours