Monoma X Reader Novels & Stories

Little Nomi answered with her squeaky voice, corners of her mouth lifted with pride. Monique Xander’s face was blushed red within seconds. Her daughter was proudly showing her off. She drove and left hurriedly. Monique Xander was very rarely affected by men. She felt as if she was tossed around in a tornado. Perhaps that man’s aura was too strong. Looking at his call log, Henry Moore dialed his secretary’s number. “Monique Xander with phone number 181*****. Find out everything you can about this woman.”