Chapter 90 fucking my attorney

Jennygold 716 words

He texted on Sunday.

Are you home?

Cleo was on her spare room floor surrounded by canvas and the new brushes she had bought and a color she had mixed three times trying to get it right. She had paint on her forearm and probably her face and Gerald was sitting in...

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