In the Arms of the Enemy’s Brother
S.monroewhen he stares into your eyes in bedi can't sleep until i feel your touchbut does he know you call me when he sleepsslightest noise wakes me up
“Doesn’t she look beautiful, Caroline?”
Caroline looks up. Her smile is small and perfect and cold. “Stunning as always, Serena. That coat is divine.”
“Thank you.” My voice is polite the way Liam likes.
Chloe finally lifts her eyes. She is twenty-four, three years younger than me, but sometimes she looks fifteen with that baby face and huge blue eyes. Today her blonde hair is in two low braids, innocent schoolgirl style, but the dress she’s wearing costs five thousand dollars and shows half her chest. She stands up and hugs me, arms tight around my neck, perfume sweet and heavy.
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