Gabriella
“Van sent his driver to meet us at the airport," Damien said, sitting across from me as the plane came to a landing, gliding along the tarmac.
Beyond the small windows, the sun shone over the chilly northern Wisconsin scenery. Whitecaps on Chequamegon Bay glistened, and the deciduous trees swayed in a breeze, their limbs covered with immature leaves. Such as an oasis in a sea of gray, color also dotted the landscape. Trees and bushes contrasted the pale blue sky with their vibrant flowers, species that had bloomed a month ago in Indianapolis. With a shiver, I looked down at the clothes I was now wearing and smiled. “The blazer was a good idea. It looks cooler up here than it was in Indy."
Damien nodded and lowered his voice. “If your n*****s get hard, I'm going to tell mysel
