Book 3 of New York series
(Does not need to be read as a series)
His hand travelled further up my thigh causing my skirt to move along with it. I bit my lip even harder.
"Now Adalyn ,if I do this, there's no escaping me. You're mine after. No one...
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It took me about an hour for my lasagne to fully cook. I always did love to cook. My nana taught me how to before me and Leah moved to New York.
The door opened and I poked my head out of the kitchen. I smiled when I saw my sister. Her brown hair, which she had highlighted blonde into, was put in a messy bun on top of her head. Her eyes were drooped a little indicating how tired she felt. Her black pencil skirt and white blouse were perfectly done like usual.
