Model, millionaire, Karlie Cora had done everything she needed to do in order to get in the position she wanted to be in, one of the top models in the world. But she walks into the wrong alleyway and now, the most powerful Mafia man is protecting he...
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T.W. ED! I hear Karlie throwing up.
I know what she's doing. She ate a good amount of food earlier and I saw the way she wrapped her arms around her stomach when she saw how bloated she was.
Maybe, I'm not doing enough for her. I'm not good with words and I let my actions do the talking for me but I don't think it'll do it this time.
Soon enough, I hear the toilet flush and the sink water turn on for a minute before it turns off and she walks out of the bathroom, looking at the TV before I pause it.
"Come here." I say, sternly. Watching as she slowly walks to the side of the bed and crawls to me as I put my arm around her.
I don't even know how to start something like this. I've never had to do this before. I've never had to talk to someone about food situations.
"Why are you doing this to yourself?" I breathe out, watching as she moves her head back to look at my face only for her eyes to dart away.
"I don't know what you mean." She mumbles, trying to move away but I keep my arms tight.
"You do- you do know." I say, firmly. My voice is hard because this is a hard subject but I care about her health and I can't stand the thought of her slowly deteriorating away.
She stays quiet, her eyes lowered somewhere on my chest or stomach. She makes no move to speak or explain and I don't expect her too. Sometimes, shit is just hard.
"I don't know why or what made you and you don't have to tell me but I want to help." I say, slowly. "Let me help you eat more or I can distract you when you have your urge. I can help of you allow me too."
Her eyes slowly move to mine with tears flowing down her cheeks silently. I couldn't stop my face from melting and wiping her tears with my hand.
Such a rare and beautiful sight.
My beautiful Karlie, crying in front of me. She's never leaving me, I won't let it happen. I'll have a thousand talks like this to make sure it won't happen. We'll be here, together.
I pull her forehead to mine, matching my eyes to hers. Loving the way she melts against my body, wrapping herself completely around me.
"Will you allow me to help?" I whisper.
Karlie scrunches her eyes together, letting the remains of her tears fall down her face as she nods rapidly against me.
"Thank you." She whispers, pressing her lips to mine.
I breathe her in as I pull her closer to me, cradling her body against mine as if I could break it in one wrong move.
"It's okay, my love." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "If a turtle looses it shell, is it naked or homeless?" She asks, poking me with her foot.
