No More Regrets BooK 1 of the Redemption Series
Madison nearly choked on her drink, and my mom covered her mouth as she let out a deep, amused chuckle.
"This man really has a damn type, huh?" Madison snorted.
"He’s like a walking punchline," I added, rolling my eyes.
I texted Dom back: “My sister said the Chuckle Fuck sure has a type. Same thing you said.”
A few dots appeared, then disappeared. Then reappeared.
Dom: Lmao. She’s not wrong.