Isabella.
"Hey girl!" I squealed, letting myself into Dera's house.
"What the f**k?" A man exclaimed, very naked one and then sprinted towards the back door with boxers, a wrinkled shirt, and what I think was one sock in his hand.
Yeah, I had seen things, except his face.
"Uhh..." I blinked, then laughed, tossing my handbag onto the couch like this was an everyday thing."Was that your husband, Dera?"
She burst into laughter, sitting up on the couch. Her bra strap was sliding down her shoulder and she reached for her shirt and put it on.
"Unfortunately." She said, dragging the word out and rolling her eyes. "But before you ask, no. I didn't even enjoy it."
I snorted, flopping next to her.
"I can go now if you were in the middle of something important." I raised a brow.
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