He Told Her My House Was Already Hers

tightened. “Vanessa, not now.”

I almost admired that. The stupidity of a man trying to manage two disasters at once with his shirt open.

I stepped farther into the room. “Actually, now seems perfect.”

He switched his attention back to me, voice dropping low. “You shouldn’t be here.”

I stared at him.

Then I looked around my own bedroom.

“My bedroom. My house.continue reading …