Seducing My Ex Boyfriends’ Uncle
I lied awkwardly, blinking away tears, but the nurse suspiciously looked at me; she wasn’t easy to fool.
“Is it your husband?” She insisted.
“No, why were you looking for me?” I changed the topic.
“Oh yes, I came to check if the milk came, may I?” She asked, trying to reach for my hospital gown so she could have full access.
"Yes, sure,” I said, not really interested as I moved my hands out of the way.
My mind was on Clinton—what was going on, and most importantly, who was that lady?
“I told you it would come,” she snapped me out of my thoughts. I glanced and realised the milk she pumped in a little bottle.