KYLA
Midnight snacks had always been her favorite. It was a habit she'd picked up since high school. It's like an automatic alarm that pulls her out of bed and heads her downstairs for one.
Ice cream was her favorite.
Except this night... She saw the unexpected.
A muscular hot devil in glasses lounging on the couch, his veiny thick hand stroking his manhood.
As his moan vibrated deep in his throat, every fiber in her froze in shock. For a moment, she thought it was one of those wet dreams she'd have panting. But it wasn't.
It was real.
Carlos, the Mr. Illegal, was pleasuring himself on the couch. A sight she never dreamt of seeing.
Then her name rolled off his mouth like a sinful whisper.
"Kyla."
She went rigid, jaw slackening. She almost didn't hear that, but it was mistakenly h
