BAD IDEA I Slept With My Mother's New Son
Roxy stopped, glanced back at me, her lips going into that dangerous smirk like back in the Hart's pool.
“I could try,” I added quickly, surprising myself with the words.
“Great,” she said simply, then turned to keep walking. Then over her shoulder she tossed, “Because I have just the one for you.”
We reached the top of the stairs, the bass going harder up here it was like it had its own player.
Roxy pushed me toward the right, which was an opened dark lounge, where a few groups of hot people were seated across some couches.
Some hot, breathtaking guys sat back with drinks in their hands, with a few girls on their laps, making out, while a couple didn’t even bother looking ashamed, as his ha
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