My Bestie’s Dad Likes Me Wet
Even without evidence, I know what he’s capable of.
The pictures captured different angles of Nova in his car, kissing him fully on the fucking lips before stepping out in front of my own fucking gate!
Someone is dying tonight. And it’s definitely not me.
I didn’t even think before I flung her door open. I didn’t pay attention to her room, but I couldn’t ignore the array of different bouquets in various vases. And apparently, my Nymph was on a video call, in a barely-there outfit.
“Hang up. Now,” I gritted out.