She was forty-one. Milf sex Just how you like it,” I said as I held out the cardboard cup. Right now, I didn’t give a shit. “Natalie, I’m so sorry,” I said. I never really enjoyed kids, I preferred a good TV show, and I hated wine. Helen would have called her dangerous. I typed in my apartment address. Unfortunately, they’d done such a good job ransacking my place that almost everything had been destroyed beyond recovery. She never called me, so the worst scenarios possible came to mind. She bit her lower lip to keep it from trembling and nodded, doing an incredible job of holding back unshed tears. The look on her face when we first entered my apartment was one of shock. “Okay, well give me a call when you can. “Natalie, I’m so sorry,” I said. She tracked my movements, “Why are you locking my office door, Marcus?”
The overly-innocent tone in her voice betrayed the fact that she knew very well why I’d locked the door.
