Chapter 137

Falling for a Stranger

The last time she saw such men was in Rio Hondo, during her last vacation with her stepfather. The man standing before her, with muscular, bogus palms stretched to her didn’t look different from the heavily tatted gold-blonde hair, thick green-eyes, and brawny men of Hondo whose bodies verged into defined, well-built curves often visible through clothing. She could never deny that she had wet vagina months on end thinking about such men after her vacation.

How could she still be standing with such a man now, under the same roof; some things are not supposed to happen.

She was either in for the better or for the worse.

“You don’t need to know me,” she replied to her intruder. “By the way how dare you barge in on me?” her voice was high even more than her temper and she was just about to transfer her aggression on this fella.

“Easy, easy,” the cutie obliged, gesturing his hands at her. “It is my pleasure to meet you.” His hand was s