Leaving You Bereft
Its fur was pure white, soft like fresh snow.
"Alright, Snowball it is," she muttered.
So, Tessa left the office with the dog crate in hand.
Her coworkers congratulated her, teasing that she had finally gotten herself a puppy.
After all, she had always wanted a puppy.
…
The moment she stepped into the parking garage, Tessa spotted the man who had sent the puppy.
Benedict was dressed entirely in black hunting gear, the fitted leather pants outlining his long, lean legs. Every inch of him carried a taut, controlled energy that hinted at danger.
Bab Populer