Crave Me, Daddy’s Good Girl
My eyes flutter open, close, and open again until his face comes into focus.
He knelt in front of me, one hand steady on my back, the other patting me slowly. An oversized matte-black blazer draped over his broad shoulders, clean fade to short curls, sharp jaw shadowed by mustache and goatee. A black mask cut high across his nose, revealing emerald eyes.
Even half-hidden behind the black mask, I could tell he was devastatingly handsome.
Across the hall, Moni is already surrounded by guests, clutching her stomach dramatically, tears streaking her face.
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