“Carter!”
That stunt scared me for he point of yelling at the ass hole.
Why is he here! He accepted to reject me! Abandoning our family! Our pups!
He was such a f*****g good actor, my entire life was flipped because of his ego! Or hate, I don’t know what made him leave us out of nowhere.
No matter how many times I reply it it still makes no sense to me, I felt my eyes were stinging which me him move.
Carter got up from the sofa and I could see how he had changed from the king he was to the rogue he now is.
And f**k was he glorious.
As king, Carter was always in royal attire, he looked respected, and feared but he was always covered from head to toe.
But the Carter that was raping me with his eyes was a change of day to night.
He had no shirt on, he did had a matching leather jacke
