WINONA. “No, I’ve changed my mind.” I say, turning away from the black dress that sits on the bed. Azura tilts her head, her hands on her hips. She’s stunning in a slinky teal dress. “You chose it.” She says pouting. “And frankly, I love it and you would look amazing in it?” I look away from the doe eyes, knowing I’ll give in and stare at the dress once again. Yes, I did choose it, but I had a moment of ‘if I was choosing a dress for someone else with my figure, what would I choose?’ But then I realise I have to put it on… It’s going to show even more cleavage than the dress that Azura had chosen for me! “I did, but I think it’s a bit too much. I don’t want Marcel to get the wrong idea.” I reply. What is the wrong idea? Hmm, I don’t mind the attention even if it makes me so embarrassed. He makes me feel good. “Marcel, huh?” She winks at me, and I blush, realising I hadn’t said Alpha. “Maybe you can start saying, Daddy Marcel.” She snickers and I sigh. She becomes serious agai
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