Nothing happened in this book. It was like reading a journal. "First we did this, then we did that, then this happened." I kept waiting for something to happen, but it never really did. Any conflict was handled quickly and never a big deal. It just needed more. The writing was also stiff, wooden....
Through the peephole, I see Bruce with one of his guards. I unlock the door. Bruce follows the guard into the room. He takes one look around and says, “You won’t be staying here anymore.” “I figured. My bag is already packed.” I point over at the be...
With the kids staying at friends tonight he’s been a little wild. It may also be because Haley has kept us apart all week. He has been saying some strange shit tonight. We were taking the trash out when he looked up at me as he was tying a trash bag. “There is no crying in BDSM!” I stared at him ...