Ford’s POV
A note from Madeline.
Well, this should be interesting.
I take the piece of paper from Ella, not unfolding it yet. “How was her mood when she came here?”
“Well, she was herself,” Ella says, unable to keep the bitterness and anger away from her voice. When she sees that I’m looking at her, she shrugs. “I’m sorry, Ford. I could never get behind that relationship. You’ve been single for so long and you deserve to be with someone who’s at the very least sweet.”
Sweet. Someone immediately comes to mind.
Then comes the flash of memories.
Warm lips on my neck. Eager hands on my chest. Soft, wet p***y grinding on my c**k…
I swallow hard and shake my head. “Anyway. I should read what this says, right?”
“I don’t think so,” she says bluntly. “I suggest it goes straight to the tras
