Abby
Abby sat in Modise’s car as they drove to The House. He wasn’t sure why they were going to the place they met. Ever since they’ve been together they stopped going to the house. There was no need now, because they had each other.
“Why are we going to the House again?” Abby asked turning to stare at Modise. He was dressed in a white shirt and black jeans that looked so good on him – with the white shirt playing off his dark skin and the black jeans hugging his thick thighs so deliciously – Abby wished they were headed home for something intimate and just about them.
Now they were headed to some party at The House. Abby has never attended one, but it didn’t take a genius to guess what was going to happen there – the place catered to those looking for something illicit and exoti
