Ella:
There I stood in my bathrobe, holding the doorknob in one hand and a bottle of Prosecco in the other mentally panicking while trying to register the very presence of the man I ran away from thirty minutes ago.
Ella:“Let me go you assole, what are you doing?” I protested, trying to free myself but he had such a strong grip, I couldn’t budge.
Ella:He stopped, pulled back a little and whispered in my ear, “Do you want me to fuck you, Ella?” sucking on the tender earlobe.
Ella:On the following Monday as I was getting ready for work, there was the dark brown hickey replacing the bright red tone refusing to go, I dabbed on some concealer, put on my power suit and was ready to fight the world. I grabbed my coffee and reached just in time
Bridget:“Albertttt darling, you are so naughty!” Momma laughed as Mr. Dunphy splashed water and played with her in the huge pool which had a tanning ledge, Antigua pebble finish and bar seats across the well stocked floating pool bar.
James:Damn it was eight am and I was still in bed after tossing and turning all night. Again, I sniff my index and middle finger like an addict wanting to smell and taste her sweet juices again and again.
James:“Yes Clarice, how are you?” I answered the call. Clarice, my dear mom would religiously call up every single day to check up on me. I was adopted when I was two from Wichita’s children home in Kansas, ever since then she has smothered me with
Bridget:“Hey Bridget, what are you doing here?” he asked smiling, I could see how surprised he was to see me from the look on that handsome face I couldn’t wait to kiss. Soon you will be mine James Holt!
Bridget:The bedroom was a stark contrast from the art gallery themed living room. There was a huge leather headboard surrounded by a four poster bed. Weird! I thought I wouldn’t see one in this century. The globe pendant lights and a stunning Robert Vandal chan