Marco’s POV
“What the f**k?”
Words eluded me at the comic sight of Elara. Bashing my expectations of her in a sexy skimpy night wear or preferably nothing, she is dressed like a cow… An actual breastfeeding cow!
First, the thick length of a hoodie crept to her palms, before she got in the balloon cow costume with swollen breasts and four pink n*****s.
Unable to hold back, Sofia burst into laughter, rocking her head against my arms. I thought she was too pissed off to care, but she showed up minutes later to rant and cuss, and a sweetheart, let it slide.
“Have you lost it?”
Her face was the only thing spared. Still, a pink hat hovered at the back of her neck. “You said I could get whatever I needed…”
“You call this a f*****g need?” I clenched my fingers and sighed. “And France
