~Noelle~
Alexandria was resting, her system had been cleared of all the drugs and she was just in a small coma. I truly felt bad for her. Watching her pale, skinny figure on the guest bed made me uneasy. Atticus and Sherman checked on her each day. Her body was slowly regaining life. What is wrong with our father?
I just want to go to him right now and rip his head clean off. Thankfully, I have husbands who won't let me do such a thing. Lucifer had me in his lap because he wanted something to keep his cock warm.
He's still in his pants so I think this is just an excuse to grind on me.
His fingers are tight on my hip, and I'm just pretending I have no clue what he's up to while I talk to Dante.
"You want her to live here? You also want those people to live here? I thought you were completely against this."
