Illicit Obsession. Part 19

Chrissy's POV

Who is it? It can’t be Brad because I heard him leave not long ago, and besides, I didn’t hear his car pull back into the driveway. I throw a hasty glance outside to confirm he’s still out, but to my surprise, I see Brad’s sedan, parked right there in the driveway where it always is. Oh shit. I must not have heard him come home, preoccupied with my own thoughts as I have been. There’s another gentle rap on the door.

“Chrissy?” Brad’s baritone voice rumbles from the other side, making butterflies erupt in my belly. “Are you there?”

“Yes,” I reply, confused. The alpha male’s never come to my room before. Ever. Then, the door creaks open and there he stands, all six four of his hulking, irresistible self. He’s wearing sexy black jeans and a stylish shirt the color of sky. The material hugs the solid muscles of his shoulders, arms and chest, the slim fit following the v-shape of his torso to tuck neatly into his trained waist.

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