What's up with hot stuff?
Chloe got a text from her best friend the next day on her way home from work. And she sighed as she checked her mirrors for the fiftieth time in the past five minutes.
She thought about calling her lawyer to see what she could do about Porter being pissed at her. Between her being on edge trying to stay out his way and on edge trying to get in Liam's way and her nightmares popping up whenever she was finally able to doze off, she wasn't getting much sleep and thought she might be seeing things.
She could have sworn the person from the bar was following her. But whenever she tried to get a better look in the mirror there was no one there. She stopped at a light and responded to Kendra.
Not cumming along the way I want. Don't know how much more I can take.
Wow. That sucks. Call me tomorrow maybe we can brainstorm and find you some dick.
Thanks.
