Tatum
“How many cars do you actually own?” I ask Ford as I step outside my place of work. I have checked in on my sisters who have assured me they have done my chores for me. Which I am extremely grateful for and that they have done their school work for the evening. Apparently, they are making the most of Father not being home and going to binge watch Bridgerton on Netflix. Good for them, my father is way too strict in any case.
He grins and gives me a wink. “A few, do you like it?”
What is there not to like about a flaming, red Ferrari. “You are spoilt, Ford!” He opens the car door for me and waits for me to get in then he leans over me to buckle me in.
My n*****s pebble instantly at the brush of his arm on my chest. “Did you just do that on purpose?” I ask him as he plants a soft
