“My angel is too important to me,” I say, and look at the disappointment on Georgina’s face. The two men who have set up the hot – air balloon are over by the truck, waiting for my instructions. They took their fill of my wife as she bounded from the car, breasts bouncing, hints of her pussy being
Rosie believes her dreams have come true when hot, rich, and popular Dalton Gomez asks her out on a date. But when it blows over, she's heartbroken. Alone, crying by the poolside, she gets offered tissues by a hotter, taller, and more advanced, handsome version of Dalton. Siegfried Gomez. Siegfrie
“Oh.” I turn to glance in the mirror and I’m surprised by how pretty it is. “I like this one.” “See, I know what I’m doing.” My phone vibrates on my desk and a text from Dalton comes through. Dalton: I’m here. “Is he going to come in?” My sister reads my phone over my shoulder. “Let’s not. Plea
Fuck, it’s been a long day. After a delayed flight that caused a missed connection and having to catch a late flight, I’m kicking myself for wanting to leave early. Sure, I could have stayed in Cabo until I was scheduled to come home, but I’d had enough sun and sand. I’d also had about enough of my
“Hold still,” I say as I take her hand in mine. Once again, the static zips between us, and I try to remember if the rugs in the house usually cause so much electricity. “It’s going to sting a little.” She hisses at the touch of the alcohol pad, and on instinct I bring her hand to my mouth and blow
“Rosie?” my sister calls as she knocks on my door. My eyes flicker open, and I wonder what time it is. “Are you up yet?” “Ahh!” I pull the covers over my head when she turns on the light because my eyes aren’t ready for it. I tossed and turned most of the night, but I must have finally crashed at
How the hell did I get a new phone so fast? It’s then I see a Post-it-size note in the box with a message. Thought you might need this. S My stomach does another dip. He got me a phone? Holy crap. Why? He was so sweet last night, but this is too much. How can this man possibly be related to Dalto
Siegfried: Who’s the guy in the suit? Me: Brother-in-law Why did he ask that? Siegfried: You should eat breakfast. It’s the most important meal of the day. Siegfried is probably right. I didn’t eat hardly anything last night, and it will be a while until lunch. I sit down at the kitchen island,