mob-romance

Mmm,_ Bree licked the ice cream scoop and tossed it into the sink. __et__ just say that for the sake of the baby, Alessandro and I have reached a sort of_an...agreement, I guess._ __oes that mean I can__ punch him anymore? __ause that was fun._ __es. It does. Sorry._ __o are you two_ __o. Hell no. Not after him using Rebecca Malford as a scratching post,_ Bree grumbled, her stomach clenching tight at that little reminder. __e__ what? Alessandro and that...viper?_ __hat__ right._ Bree clenched her teeth. __ebecca and Alessandro? Oh my God. Mental bleach! I need mental bleach!_ Meggie rubbed her temples. __eah, keep doing that for another week and you might be where I am right about now._ __h, he__ a smooth one, that__ for sure,_ Meggie said with a sudden smile. __hat__ with that look?_ __ou__e so jealous,_ Bree snorted, turning away from her and taking a seat opposite of Will. __hat__ ridiculous._ __nd so true.

Is this how Julia Roberts' character feels like in Pretty Woman? Two parts princess, one part whore?