His Captive Mate
Her heels are simple metallic gold leather that’s so shiny they could be metal.
She emerges to the bedroom, with her shoes in her hand, there’s no way she’s wearing them a moment longer than she has to. Greyson fake faints onto the bed when he sees her, she giggles, and Lara gives a low whistle. Greyson sits up and clicks his fingers at her,
“George is going to lose his shit, Honey. Talk about fire, you’re the fucking inferno!” Greyson’s being very camp, and it suits him. She smiles at him and wafts a hand at him,
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