Stephen
“Okay, Stephen I’m here what did you want to show me?” Emilia asked, the moment she walked through my front door and surprisingly she was alone still wearing that beautiful backless purple dress that did wonders for her body.
“No Whitley or Tailani?” I asked, not even trying to hide my excitement. I was sitting on the couch when my butler let her in. He knew her by name, mostly because it wasn’t the first time she had walked in my house, and if all went according to plan, after that night it would be the last night she walked into my house with the last name Davis.
“No. Whitley said she was too tired, and Tailani said something about waiting until tomorrow whatever that means,” she said, as she played with her thumbs. She was standing a few feet away from me, obviously holding
