“Is Tyler coming to pick you?” dada asked when Tulip entered the living room on the evening of 25th. She was wearing a bright red lace top and skinny high waist jeans with printed stilettos. Her blond hairs were curled and was open, framing her small face.
“I was going to ask you if someone can drop me to his house,” Tulip said as he went to kiss him on the cheeks.
“I can drop you,” dada volunteered.
“thank you so much dada,” Tulip hugged him.
“You’re welcome honey. Now we should go. I’m sure you don’t want to be late,” dada said, picking his phone.
“Damn right,” Tulip said as she followed him out of the door.
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In twenty minutes they were parking in front of Hudson mansion. The man
