idn't forget that he was my prince charming. He dated girls, which I didn't mind because I was still underage. We slept in the same bed until this date, but we have never crossed the line
e gut. I should have known that our promises were long forgotten. He took my innocence and told me it shouldn't have happened. That hurts, but
e is Lola."
me is
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do you wish to play with your
ttle sister and he was my big brother. We grew up to be best frien
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charming, and I met one the day my family and I landed in New York. He was older, but I didn't care. He looked like he was 18 or 20. He was my Prince Charming. I am the only girl in my family and Daddy's princess. I have twin brothers, almost the same age as the Prince Charming I saw earlier toda
tiful smile. I often hear my brothers talk about girls. I ha
e is Lola.
me is
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" I gave him a pu
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he was hungry and invited me to have lunch with him. His house was huge, like a castle. They had so many workers going up and down preparing a meal for him, as though they knew the exact time Dante would eat his lunch.
is parents, and they smiled. His mother rose from
like a prince should for his princess. I sat down and he started puttin
too much
unny, so that you c
me? Well, since it's my Prince Charming calling me, I wouldn'
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ng together. We would share a bed, but nothing ever happened. He was like a brother to me and I was like a sister to him, so yeah, and I was only 9 years old. He would check on me every morning and make sure I ate. Things changed, and I became his responsibility rather than what I wanted him to see. What would a man see in a 9-year-old? I became very close to his mother, and we would go shopping together and do things a mother and daughter would do. When I turned 13, Dante was the CEO of the Monroe Group. He drove expensive cars and had women all over him. But he never settled for any of them. That didn't bother me much. I mean, he promised to
a perfectionist. Things changed a little when I was 14, not on his end, but on mine. In fact, I used to be envious when I read about him and his latest fling in magazines or newspapers; after all, he was my prince charming. Though he and I had never talke