Umur Rebecca Klopper Novels & Stories

Rebbeca: “If you promise to go to sleep now, yes we’ll talk tomorrow.” Me: “Pwomise?” Rebbeca: “Yes I promise” Me: “Nighty” Rebbeca: “Nighty” Rebbeca POV. The name is Rebbeca, I’m twenty-two years old, I’m a fashion designer and company owner. I have long brown hair, green eyes, for most people I’m a cold-hearted bitch, but the thing that no one knew about me as I’m a Mommy dom. I’m a caregiver with no little, after another lonely night and getting drunk in a trial to fill in the blank. My friend suggested I try online dating, I told him I don’t need a fake little or a gold digger but he assured me that this website is legit.

Zita offered. Rebecca didn't reply nor objected her offer. They both left the dining room and arrived at the living room. Rebecca slowed her pace when she saw who it was. It was a woman, who was in her late fifties, dressed in cream coloured dress. Her hair was short and styled to a bob. The woman caught a glimpse of Rebecca and smiled slyly. "Ah! You must be the new caretaker my son hired!" The woman said proudly, sneering at Rebecca. She looked her from head to toe and disliked her.

"You're not even believing what I am capable of doing, huh?" "Well, if you will set up somebody, at least do it with dignity." Sheira said as she raised Rebecca's phone. "Would you like me to play the whole conversation of you and Rebecca to my own enjoyment?" Sheira smirked as she saw the horror in Klaire's eyes. She bet, she really never saw it coming. "If Rebecca is a crybaby, she's always a girl scout. She's ready for anything, girl. You'll regret setting her up!" She said between chuckles. Klaire widened her eyes with shock.