Alpha Zac
A light knock comes at the door, I tell them to come in, while replacing the cap on the lipstick.
The door opens and in steps a very debonair Zac. He’s in a crisp white dress shirt that is neatly tucked into a pair of fitted black slacks. My eyes wander across his body, I’ve never seen him dress up to this degree and it’s a turn-on. Before I can speak, his eyes swirled with lust and he lets out a whistle.
“Fuck Isla, you look like a dream I never want to wake up from”
I blush as he takes my hands in his, tracing small circles on the tops of them sending calming tingles to course through my body.
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