ELENA
I walked into the apartment unit, leaning against the wall and pulling my shoes off at the entrance.
Exhausted, I dragged my feet further into the room, to the sofa, and sank into it with a loud plop, flinging my bag to the side.
What a day it had been.
From dressing up in this pretty, corporate dress for work, and ending up in a shooting range—one that surprisingly belonged to the Grants, getting training lessons on how to shoot a gun.
I shuddered as the memories of Atlas’s bulging fronts rubbing against my ass flashed before my eyes, and quickly stamping down on the thoughts, I grabbed my bag and made my way to my bedroom.
Staring at my bed, all I wanted to do was sink into it and sleep the memories of today away.
But I couldn’t do that yet…
I needed to take a shower first.
