Loïc“I’ve fallen hard for London. Now that I’ve found her…I just hope I can keep her.”
—Loïc Berkeley
I spy with my little eye something fierce, stunning, beautiful, and mine.
At least, I hope she’s still mine.
She kept repeating, “I hate you,” over and over last night.
I didn’t think she was such an angry drunk, but then I’d never seen her that out of it either.
After I gave her a shower last night to get all of the vomit off of both of us, I put her in a pair of simple cotton panties that I found in her drawer. I’ve never seen her in a pair like this. If it isn’t silky, lacy, or a thong, she doesn’t wear it. I thought this pair looked the most comfortable to sleep in. I’d be lying if I didn’t acknowledge how incredibly sexy her a*s looks in them right now.
I gave her some medicine
