CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
“Ooh.” The following afternoon, Osana worked through the soreness in her legs and buttocks as she forced herself out the car.
“Miss Osana?” One of the security guards walked up. “Are you all right?”
“Y...yeah.” She pushed her shades up. “Just a little sore that’s all. Gino! Carol? I need help with my bags!”
Gino hurried out of the house. “Coming, Miss Osana!” He looked her over then got her luggage from the back of her silver Benz.
She crept past them, dreading the pain of having to go up those stairs toward the front door.
One session of lovemaking with Shad led to making love six times in a row.
“You sure you’re okay?” Gino scampered behind Osana as she entered the house. “Why are you walking like that?”
Between Shad breaking her off and that five-hour plane
