J.D. Smith books

Reluctantly Deflowered by Pastor Graham

he said. “Good,” I said. “What do I wear in the meantime?” “I'm quite fond of what you're wearing now.” My heart skipped a beat. “Mr. Diamani,” I said. “Marc.” “Marc, I'm not sure, I mean, I'm,” I said. I couldn't articulate what I was feeling. I so wanted this man, but I felt inadequate. What if...