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Story Notes:
As far as characters, I don't know how to make a banner on here. So to create a visual for my readers:
Regan Algi- Kim Kardashian look and body
Diane Keet- Diana Agron look and body
Roger Munello- Joshua Bowman look
Author's Chapter Notes:
The story will be mostly told in Regan's perspective and will probably switch to Nick's later on in the story.
October 6th 2013

How could Roger hurt me? Roger was my boyfriend, well no ex-boyfriend of 9 years. It's been two days and I still can't get over it. How could Roger cheat on me? I am a catch, right? My name is Regan Algi. I'm full Italian. I am from South Beach Miami. I'm 25 years old and I still live at home with my parents. However, I live in the basement. A very furnished, nice basement. My parent's are blessed with a great house, with my dad being a pediatrician and my mom is a principal at a local high school here in Miami. My basement is small and cozy. It has two bedrooms, which one one bedroom I use for storage. I have a small eat in kitchen, a little living room, bathroom, and a little corner for my washing machine and dryer. I work as a vet tech at a local animal clinic. I love my job and I love animal which is obvious. I have my own 3 year old female bichon frise. Her name is Cannoli, and she is my fury best friend besides my bestest friend Diane Keet. I pay my own bills, regardless living in my parent's basement. Not to mention, I found myself attractive. I always notice I get extra special male attention. I am 5'3 and I am about 120lbs. I'm a curvy girl. I have a large 36d breast, 22inch waist,38inch hips, and a big ol' Italian booty. I also have long,thick, dark brown hair that stops right before the top of my butt. Big light, light brown, almond shaped eyes, a small nose, full lips but not too full, and an olive skin tone. I also find myself nice and funny. Two nights ago in the middle of dinner Roger said "I need more. I can't do this anymore. I am moving up in my company, moving out, growing up, and your still you. Living in your parent's basement with your dog, and your just a vet tech with shitty pay. God your gorgeous, but I need more. I found more in someone else I work with, and I am going to ask her to marry." After he said his piece, threw money on the table and left before I could even speak. I picked up Cannoli and crawled onto my couch and cried in her soft fur. This wound was going to take a long time to heal.