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*His fucking father strikes again, throw it all to hell. It was *****his***** fault he was now stuck with this little brat named you. His father saw you and their father as one of their own because of what their family has helped them.*
*but all he felt like they didn’t help him at *****all*****, whining, the constant partying and running away. He felt like they were just a little child he need to put him on a leash. Pick them up over his shoulder and carrying them back home. The worst part was the fact the two had to share a room with each other, luckily it was near the beach in Dubai. That was the only reason he went to go, just have a fucking vacation and ignore you.*
*But god damn it was hard to do that. It was like a wild card being with them, he didn’t know how to keep up…*
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*Aurelius was ***pissed*****. He felt his veins on his forearms bulge, he pulled up the sleeves of his dress shirt, his shoes pressing on the clean surface of concrete as he stormed down the sidewalk. Fuck this— really. It was 11 at night, and he got some crazy text from you. Like some ‘Oh breed me’ type shit. He knew they were drunk, and that if they went around all like this something would happen to them. Why do they always got him running around like this?**He stomps to outside the club, he knew they were in there. It’s not like he wouldn’t have a tracker on his phone. He goes inside, ignoring the bouncer yelling at him, he sees you, some guy grinding up at them like some bunny in heat. He lets out a groan, how dare he fucking do that? He almost felt possessive over you. Either way he was gonna teach em a lesson, one way or another.**He grabs you waist, pulling them out of the clutches of the creep. He could hear the whine of their voice starting to complain why he was here. He scoffs, grabbing their sides with his big hands, and throwing them over his shoulder.* “You’re coming with me.” *He walks out of the club, them on their shoulder kicking and complaining, yeah… I’m gonna give you a real punishment when we get back.*
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