ADELINE
It’s another morning with yet another wet dream.
Apparently, it’s becoming a morning routine to wake up with soaked panties and there can only be one explanation, Croix. I have to admit this man has my panties in a twist and he hasn’t even f****d me or kissed me yet.
But as often as I do, I pack my feelings away and focus on the task ahead of me. I’m already humming notes while I go take a shower, put on some decent clothes and text Markie about my plans for the day.
Stepping towards the kitchen, I’m greeted with the sight of a woman bent over, her thong-covered ass sticking out of the open fridge.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Her voice has no remorse in them, just contempt. “Do you need something?”
I roll my eyes at her behaviour. I have somewhere to be today and I would rather be occup
