at bimbo drug him, maybe? She took a

g to make light conversation. She loved this, but cou

I baked the cake.” He nodded his head, then continued eating. She no

nne asked him, going straight for the bull’s e

etting droopy as he pu

a couple of mouthfuls, then went back to him, struggling to chew and not get a brain freeze. She went over to

him softly as she went around to his desk to help him up. H

at she was also a bit tipsy as she struggled to get him to stand up. “Come on, Seth, help me,” she whined as she struggled to no avai

is eyes up a bit. She took the chance and immediately moved with him forcing h

got to his room, and she dumped him unceremoniously on his bed

ve his shoes, tie, shirt, and trousers. His body was so defined. She could see the outline of his abs through his vest, s

im to take her

ng. Would she really, though? She’d be sexually sated and out before he awoke. But she read somewher

wed her need, covered him, and left. She was too tired to go back to the series. She

heets, she remembered she hadn’t washed her face. She g

*

her pillow and forced herself to get up. Evonne sat up slowly on the edge of her bed, trying to figure out what had woken her up this early. Then it hit her, and today was the day she dr

des to call again and finds out she’s the perfect wife. Evonne decided some time back, since everything she loved was snatched heartlessly away from her, she just went by her parents’ bidding and proved to them that she was so much better than their pathetic image of her. Some people would say that she was

fit that would project both gravitas and elegance. It was a delicate balancing act; she needed to look imposing enough to be taken seriously but not so much so as t

that something was missing. After a moment’s contemplation, she spotted her peach blazer, a piece she had never thought to wear before her mother had coerced her into purchasing it. She slipped it on, pleased with how it elevated her ensemble. A glanc