Maid For Daddies
“You’re a nuisance of a husband. For a man who looks like he fell out of the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down, you’ve got some nerve talking about her looks.”
Brian’s jaw worked. “She’s my wife.”
I chuckled.
“Ex wife.” I said.
I swiped to the live feed.
My bedroom, Billie in the center of my massive bed, tucked under black sheets, hair fanned across the pillow. Law on her right, shirtless, one arm draped possessively over her waist, smirking straight at the camera like he knew exactly who was watching. Leon on her left bare chested, tattoos stark against pale skin, head bent close to hers, murmuring something that made her lips curve in sleepy half-smile.
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