(Shan's POV - Sun 26 October 2014)

For the third morning in a row, I wake up before Mark and it's only half past seven when I open my eyes. Although we didn't go to sleep before 1am last night, I feel rested and fit as a fiddle. Snuggled against his side, I can smell remnants of musk from our frolics in the playroom and revel into this scent.

I was expecting a severe sanction after I fucked up at the Black Moon yesterday evening, but the discipline turned into a rough punishment fuck of which I enjoyed every single minute. Fuck me if it wasn't good!! Though, as I roll to my other side, I can definitely feel the consequences of all the slaps on my backside as well as the rough pounding my hole got. I'm sore!!! But this is what you get when you beg for more and more spanks and scream for your man to fuck you harder.

So, yeah... Yesterday evening was quite high on emotions.

Seeing Alex freak out hurt me deep inside, he was like a scared puppy and all I wanted was to cuddle him again. I'm glad Mark let me hug Alex's frail body and soothe him while my Dom was trying to comfort him with reassuring words. I took another risk when I openly asked Mark if we could bring Alex home with us, but I just couldn't fathom leaving him alone after all the emotions he went through. Deep down, I also knew that as a kind and generous man, Mark wouldn't refuse. He is too keen on supporting weaker people, guiding them, and making them stronger; I couldn't imagine why he wouldn't want to help Alex too.

As quietly as I can, I get up and briefly stop by the restroom for my morning routine, and then by the walk-in closet to put on a pair of sweatpants, before I head to the kitchen. I almost check in on Alex as I go along the corridor, but I eventually decide against it, fearing it might wake him up. Poor boy was exhausted last night, and Mark even had to carry him to the apartment as he had fallen asleep on our way back from the club. I'm glad for the playroom being soundproof, or our loud groans and moans might have disturbed his sleep...

I really, really hate cooking, but I think my man deserves a nice breakfast, so once in the kitchen, I try to make my mind on what I'm going to prepare. Pancakes should be fairly easy, except that Mark doesn't have pancake mix. Of course, it's so much more fun to do them from scratch! Well, not for such a hopeless cook as I am. While I ponder on all the ingredients I should gather to try and bake these fucking pancakes, the soreness in my backside makes me drift back to memories of last night and how I got it hard. Just the way I love it!

And just as I recall the blissful orgasm I had while on the bench, certainly bearing the goofiest smile ever on my face, I suddenly catch a discreet move out of the corner of my eye. A shy Alex is hovering by the entrance of the kitchen, wearing the same jeans and tee-shirt he had on yesterday evening and barefoot, rubbing his arms in embarrassment. He still looks a bit tired, yet still much better than yesterday, and I can't help but notice how cute and adorable he is. Once again, all I want is to hug him!!

"What was that smile for?" he asks cheekily.

Hmm... Interesting! The guy looks much more confident in my presence – or at least in Mark's absence.

"You wouldn't want to know..." I smirk back at him, poking my tongue out.

"If you say so..." he replies, shrugging his shoulders, but a wide grin forms on his lips. "What are you preparing?"

"Ugh... I was trying to figure out how to bake pancakes, but I'm so useless in a kitchen... I think I'll simply go for fried eggs and bacon," I sigh.

"I could help you!" he offers, walking further into the kitchen, peering all around him. "Dang! That kitchen's huge and awesome!!"

"Remember the owner is a chef!" I chuckle.

"Yes, true... Well the whole apartment seems huge in any case!"

"I thought the same when I came here for the first time. Would you mind taking care of the pancakes?" I then ask, giving him the puppy dog face.

"Sure!" he exclaims cheerfully as he joins me at the counter and we begin to prepare breakfast together.

"So? How are you feeling this morning?" I ask casually, although the question burning my tongue is how did you find it yesterday evening?

"Really good, much better than yesterday! And by the way, I apologize for having ruined your evening with Mr. Murray..."

"You didn't ruin anything..." I trail off in a meaningful tone.

"Huh huh... Well, I hope I didn't get you into trouble either way..."

"None at all... And don't worry, a little trouble can be fun sometimes!"

"Right... Whatever this means... I still hope it wasn't too much trouble for Mr. Murray."

"It wasn't. And please, just call him Mark!"

"I can't!! He's my boss!!" he exclaims in a hushed tone, which only makes me laugh.

"Let me see... Are you talking about the boss who invited you as a guest in a BDSM club? Or the boss who watched a flogging scene next to you? Or the one who suggested you to go and jerk off in the toilets? Or the boss who carried you to his private playroom? Or the boss who tucked you in bed? Or..."

"Ngh, enough..." he grumbles, blushing deeply.

"That's what I thought... I guess you can call him Mark then, at least when he's not around!"

"Yeah, you have a point here..."

"I love that blush on your face! It gives you nice colors! And it's so cute!" I tell him, but it seems to embarrass him further.

"Err... Thank you, I guess... Hmm... Do you like scones?" he then asks, in a blatant attempt to change topics, but he certainly has all my attention here.

"I love them!! Can you bake some?"

"Sure! Let me just see if you have all the necessary ingredients!"

After a bit of searching the cupboards, Alex has everything he needs and begins to bake one of my favorite breadcakes.

"May I ask a question, Shannon?" Alex says while he is mixing.

"Of course!"

"How long have you been in the BDSM lifestyle?"

Of all questions he could ask!! I can't believe he's blushing for such an easy one!

"Just a little over three months. Why are you asking?"

"Oh... I was wondering if... you could give me some advice... if you'd help me enter the lifestyle...?"

"So, you liked what you saw last night, didn't you?" I tease him, gently poking his ribs.

"Yeah..." he breathes out, his cheeks delightfully reddening a bit more. "I'm just so scared I might have ruined my chances..."

"Alex, Mark told you already. You haven't ruined your chances! On the contrary, I think you've proved your natural ability to become a Submissive, and what happened was really nothing!"

"Oh yeah? Because I bet you also weren't able to control yourself and had to masturbate the first time you visited the club?" he asks with heavy sarcasm, almost dejectedly.

"Actually, I did... As soon as I got back home..." I confess in a low voice.

"Really?"

"Yes, really... But you shouldn't worry about this. I know the excitation you've been through, but it doesn't last... Well, it does last, but you learn to contain it, and things get easier with time. A Dom would teach you how to control your... arousal," I reassure him.

This makes Alex smile, and Alex smiling is just beautiful. This guy should really do so more often!

"So... You think I still stand a chance?"

"Of course, you do! Like I said, I'm sure you'd make a perfect Submissive," I comfort him, and I could laugh at the way he is gawking at me. "You remind me of my friend Liam. The Liam from a year ago, not the actual one. He was super innocent, but mostly, he was extremely shy, a bit like you. I was his only friend, and he would clam up around other people. He really needed the guidance of a Dom to help him open up, but also... now that I think about it, he was always subdued, following other people's lead..."

"And that would make me a good Sub!?"

"It's not only that, but... you look so respectful and... subdued too. I'm sure you can feel it deep down, when it's not always so obvious for everyone. For instance, it wasn't my case. I've always been someone quite... impetuous and defiant... Before I joined the lifestyle, I'd rarely submitted to authority, and at school, I spent more time in detention than in classes. I was unstable, and yet, when I was explained what BDSM consisted in, I immediately knew that submitting to a Dominant was what I needed... I felt it."

"I understand what you mean, and indeed, it's more obvious to me. I've read enough to know that I just want to jump into this lifestyle and embrace it..."

"And I'm sure you'll succeed! Do you have a boyfriend at the moment?" I ask bluntly, causing Alex to cower a little. "I'm sorry! You don't have to answer this question," I immediately apologize.

"It's fine, Shannon, I don't mind. And the answer is no," he replies, flushing red once again.

"Are you... Are you a..."

"No, I'm not a virgin," he chuckles. "But I've been single for a very long time..."

Sadness fills his eyes as he seems to get lost in memories. I wish he would tell me more, but I don't want to push him. After all, he barely knows me. We remain silent for a little while and Alex keeps checking the scones baking in the oven.

"How long have you been with Mr. Mu... with Mark?" he asks a bit later.

"A little over three months," I reply with a grin and shrugging my shoulders.

I can't believe time has flown so fast, and at the same time, I feel like Mark and I have been together for much longer than this. It's probably because a lot of things have happened since I met him.

"Oh... So he kind of made you enter this lifestyle?"

"You could say that..."

"It's funny, because you two look like you have been a couple for much longer..."

"This is how I feel too. I've changed so much since I met him."

"What do you mean?" he asks curiously.

I decide that if I open up to him, maybe he'll do the same in return.

"Like I said, I was very unstable before. I didn't have any education, getting small jobs here and there. Mark forced me to think of a job I'd like to do and made me follow a training to get a certification. This is how I got a permanent job at the Black Moon as a bartender. I actually often work with the guy you were watching yesterday at the bar. And then... I didn't know what being in a relationship was. My... sexual life was quite hectic... if you see what I mean. And now I'm in a serious relationship with someone I love, and I have a professional career opening up. All of that happened in less than three months being with Mark! I just feel like my life is finally getting somewhere."

"Wow, that's nice! It must be fun to work in a nightclub, and it seems to totally fit your personality!" he says rightfully.

"How about you? Do you like your..."

Ugh! This is the moment Mark chooses to show up in the kitchen, yawning and stretching like someone who just got up, but I don't buy it. I haven't heard him approach, but then again, Mark is always so silent! He might have been there listening to us for a while, and I wouldn't know!

"Morning, Boys!" he says, walking around the counter to peck my lips.

He is wearing sweatpants and an old tee-shirt, and his hair is a total mess. A sexy mess. Damn! This man is really hot as hell, and I often wonder if he's fully aware of how gorgeous he looks.

Unfortunately, Alex's beautiful smile disappears right away; he is back to his shy self. This makes me scowl at Mark for interrupting an interesting conversation, and he glares back at me.

"Someone'd better rip that glare from his face," he warns me in a whisper, before he turns back to Alex. "How are you doing this morning?"

"I'm good, Sir... I'm sorry again for yesterd..."

"Give it a break, Alex, I already told you it was okay," he cuts him, smiling warmly.

"Thank you all the same... for inviting me to the club, and then for letting me stay here..."

"You're welcome, it was absolutely no problem! Mmm... Are these scones I'm smelling?" he then asks, sniffing as he walks to the oven.

"Yes! Alex baked them!" I cheer.

"Well, thank you, Alex!"

Mark retrieves the short breads from the oven and puts them on a plate while I prepare coffee for everyone.

"So? After a good night of sleep, how are you feeling about the club?" Mark asks once we have started digging into our breakfast.

"It was... fascinating, Sir... I'm just sorry I..." he begins to say but quickly stops when he sees Mark's scowl.

"I think you'd enjoy it better on a second visit. Last night was just a bit too intense for you in emotions, but now that you know what to expect, it would be easier. And in any case, self-control is something you'll learn," he encourages the flushed young man.

"How... How could I become a member of the club?" he still asks, his eyes full of hope.

"So you really want this?" Mark asks, sighing discreetly.

I could nearly punch him! Of course, that's what Alex wants! Isn't it obvious?

"More than ever..." the dark-blonde replies, lowering his eyes.

"I'll tell you how it works, but I'd rather you think things over beforehand," he says.

Mark then explains him how the Black Diamond works and informs Alex that he will have to follow a training, either with Aaron, or maybe another Dominant. He also provides him with details on the policies of the club. Alex has a discreet shiver when Mark tells him that all the members are supposed to perform in public occasionally, but that it doesn't occur until the Sub – or the Dom – feels ready to do so. Alex is plainly drinking Mark's words, his eyes shining with curiosity.

"But like I said, take the time of reflection, and don't make a hasty decision, understood?"

"I'm not sure I need much time..."

"Just do it, Alex," Mark insists firmly.

"Okay, I will..." Alex sighs, making me smile – not because he's upset, but because he sounds a little more confident. "I guess I should leave now... I've already taken a lot of your time..."

No!! I don't want him to leave so soon! We don't have anything planned today until I take my shift tonight, and I know Mark will have to work in his study again. I would love to spend more time with Alex, get to know him better, and I would truly appreciate his company – maybe even more than how I enjoyed Ed's last Monday.

"You could stay here a bit longer if you don't have any plans today," Mark offers, reading through the pleading look I throw at him. "I need to work this morning, but I'm sure Shannon would enjoy your presence since he doesn't start until 4pm. We can drop you off on our way to the Black Moon."

That one creepy bastard!! I knew he had listened to our conversation in the corridor! Otherwise, how would he know that Alex knows I work at the Black Moon!?

"Yes, please! Stay here, Alex! We could watch a movie, or do anything you like?"

"You're sure I won't disturb you?"

"Positive! Come on, I'll show you where the bathroom is, and I'll give you a change of clothes too!" I cheer, hopping off my stool.

Once I have provided Alex with everything he needs, I head back to the master bedroom to take a shower too. I have just finished washing the soap off when two hands firmly grip my hips from behind, and I find myself pinned against the wall. I can't help tensing a bit when Mark runs a hand down to the crack of my ass and even more so when a finger starts gently probing my hole. Last night was quite rough, and despite all the aftercare I received, I'm still quite sore.

"Such a shame this hole seems to be painful..." he purrs, nibbling on my earlobe. "I'm horny as fuck, and I would have loved filling this place..."

"I don't mind limping a bit at work tonight, Master..." I offer because I deeply want him there too.

"Nope, Babe... Let's leave this hole in peace."

"Ugh, not fair!! Now that you've aroused me!!" I whine, grinding my backside against him.

"And I'm saying your butthole needs rest," he insists firmly. "But I still have an idea... Kneel!"

The order comes through such a husky voice that I immediately turn around and drop to my knees, ready to take his cock in my mouth.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk... not just yet, Babe. Rest on your heels, spread your legs, and stroke yourself."

This is the first time Mark orders me to masturbate, and far from being awkward, I must admit I find it super erotic. As I do so, I lock eyes with him. He is standing under the showerhead, and the water running down his body makes the situation ever sexier. Between the hot piece of meat in front of me and the sensations of my fingers squeezed around my erection, I doubt I'll be able to last long. My orgasm is already building up in my balls.

"Stop!" Mark orders.

Exhaling a long moan of frustration, I let go of my hard-on while Mark closes the small distance between us, forcing my back against the wall as he stands with one foot on each side of my legs. The tip of his cock is touching my lips, but I know better than to open them or touch him until he has given me permission to do so. Anyway, I'm sure he's going to take full control, and I love it so much that my own cock is twitching in anticipation.

"Open," he then says, grabbing each side of my head and shoving himself inside my mouth as soon as my jaw opens.

Keeping my hands on my thighs, I let him dominate my mouth, thrusting in and out slowly in the beginning until he picks up speed. This is very gradual, but I know where this is headed, so I relax my throat and breathe through my nose, allowing him to face-fuck me like he loves it. And indeed, I soon get to feel his long and fat rod down my throat for a couple of seconds before he pulls out, then does it again.

"Stroke yourself again, Babe!"

My surrender of control, the intense lust in his eyes and the delightful sensations on my erection quickly bring me near the edge, enhancing vibrating moans around his cock.

"Come with me, Babe!" he says as he thrusts one last time inside my mouth and releases his load at the back of my throat.

My own orgasm is blissful, and long streams of cum spurt between our legs. With his hands still holding my head, Mark squats down and attaches his lips to mine before his tongue penetrates my mouth, allowing him to taste his essence.

Wow... This was unexpected, but it was damn good!

* * *

Alex and I are watching random TV shows in the media room, but not really paying attention. Instead, he asks me a lot of questions about the BDSM lifestyle, wondering if it is exactly like what he read about in his favorite books, and I willingly answer all of them. It seems like some parts were correct while others were exaggerated, but like I tell him, it mostly depends on the Dom's expectations and the Sub's as well.

Although I still don't know much about him, I am quickly growing fond of the young man and his natural shyness, and I'm sure we could become very good friends. Or more...

Duh!! Where did that thought come from? I really need to get a grip on myself!

All the same, I keep replying to Alex's questions, hoping to get tit for tat and that he will also open up to me. Our conversation drifts from the BDSM concept, to the Black Diamond, to Liam being my best friend, to my parents and my childhood, and after a while, I have told him so much that I think I should try to make him talk a little.

"So you don't see your parents anymore?" he asks as sorrow fills his eyes.

"Nope. After they kicked me out, it created some sort of distance. Last time was about two years ago, and it didn't end up very well..."

"What happened?"

"Oh... I had decided to pay them a little visit, since it had been a long time. My father was a bit drunk, and he suddenly burst into a fit of anger, insulting me... My mother didn't stand up for me, as usual, so I just grabbed my jacket and left. They never called back after that, and neither did I," I explain, shrugging my shoulders.

Alex and I could have used the super comfortable reclining armchairs but we're sitting close to each other on the couch, needing the proximity I guess. Alex seems to be lost in his thoughts, his eyes brimming lightly with tears of sadness.

"How about you?" I ask softly, wanting to encourage him, but he tenses a bit. "You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," I reassure him, resting a hand on his arm.

"My parents died in a car accident when I was 17..." he breathes out as a tear rolls down his cheek.

Oh my God...

"I'm so sorry..."

"Don't be... It wasn't your fault..." he says with a sheepish smile. "I'll tell you..."

I pull him by the shoulder so that he lies down on his side, with his head resting on my lap, and squeeze a comforting hand on his arm. Something tells me this is going to be a painful tale.

"My parents were the best one could dream of. I was born after a complicated delivery, and unfortunately, my mother was unable to have more children. Being the only child they'd have, my parents cherished me with all their love. They were average people... in the sense that they had jobs, paid their rent. They were not rich, but I never lacked anything without being too spoilt all the same. They gave me all their love and support, and it was enough. The day they died... They'd gone shopping for my seventeenth birthday, but they never made it back home... Both instantly died in the crash...

"My mom was also an only child, and my father had fallen apart with his own sister years and years before. Yet, she was my only family and I was put into her care. I went to live with her, about three hours north of Chicago. To say she wasn't happy about the situation would be an understatement, but she gave me a home and let me go to school until I graduated. She hated her brother and made sure to remind me as often as she could, constantly rambling about my annoying presence.

"That's why I decided to move out as early as I could, after I turned 18 and graduated. I had been working on small jobs for the past few months, just so I could be out of her house because I couldn't stand her constant rants during the weekends, and it also provided me the little cash I needed to start a new life. Unfortunately, all the money my parents had left was just enough to pay for their funeral, so I had nothing more than my savings...

"I hitch-hiked to Chicago, thinking I'd have more opportunities in a big city. I had enough money for three months of rent and food, and it gave me enough time to find a job. I worked in several restaurants as a waiter or washer, but they were only temporary jobs and not what I really wanted to do. What I wanted to do was cooking... I've always loved cooking...

"Then I got that job at Le Marais. The Chef who hired me promised I'd be a cook helper, but it never happened... He just assigned me with the least interesting chores. He said I'd have to prove myself willing first, but in the end, he only sort of bullied me... and then you know the rest," he concludes with a sigh.

I have slightly slumped to my left side throughout Alex's tale, and my arm is now wrapped around his torso. For a moment, I don't know what to say, so I just hold him tighter and try to fight the shivers coursing through me. For sure, he seems to have had a happy childhood, but I can't begin to imagine how he felt when his parents died. The situation could have been worse, with him being placed in a bad foster family, but it could have been better than staying with an aunt who clearly despised him. Although it's not as bad as being beaten or abused, the psychological consequences of not being loved are not great either. Damn! Poor boy didn't get any support in a time when he would have needed to be cherished and cared for!

"Didn't you make friends after you moved with your aunt?" I ask in a hoarse voice.

"No... That's when I stopped believing in friendship and love..." he replies in a bitter tone, taking a minute to process his thoughts. "I never had many friends in any case, but I had a boyfriend when I lived in Champaign with my parents. We had been dating for about a year when the accident happened, and I was in love with him... Or so I thought. I had even lost my virginity to him a couple of weeks before... We texted a bit in the beginning, but after a few weeks apart, he decided to break up. It was the same with the few friends I had... Texts and emails grew scarce, until there were no more. I felt so lost after my parents' death that I just clammed up. I was afraid I'd be disappointed again... None of my former friends were here for me when I needed them the most, even by phone, so..."

"Then they weren't real friends," I reply a bit angrily. "Real friends don't let you down when you need them. But it doesn't mean you should keep in your shell forever and avoid people. Real friends do exist, remember what I told you about Liam and me. Liam has always been a true friend to me, he was always there to support me, even when I fucked up. Like I was always there for him whenever he let me. These were not friends if they didn't support you... And it wasn't love either with your boyfriend... But you deserve all this love and affection, Alex, so try and open up to people..."

"I wish I could, but I had promised myself to never ever trust anyone again... Anyway, since I arrived in Chicago, I have only worked to make a bit of money in order to pay my rent, and I spend most of my free time there..."

"But you go clubbing, don't you?" I ask in an encouraging voice.

Alex rolls over to lie on his back, his head still resting over my lap and his eyes locked to the ceiling. I leave my hand on his chest, though, feeling his ribs as he breathes in and out.

"You'll find it weird but I just go there to be among people. I love watching them dance, feeling their presence and their joyful emotions. It's exactly like what you were saying earlier about your job. People who go to nightclubs are happy, and I just feed from their elation. It's like... I don't know... It's as if I could absorb their positive waves, and it keeps me sane while I don't talk to anyone... And what I like is that when you're among such a large crowd, people don't judge you for being a shy person, because they don't know who is with whom. They don't know that I'm here on my own and that I don't have friends..."

"I see your point, Alex, but... I think you should give people a chance. Friendship and love are two beautiful things, and you deserve them..." I say softly, but he just shrugs in answer. "You really do..."

"Thanks, Shannon... And thank you for listening to my rambling..." he whispers, lightly blushing when his eyes eventually meet mine.

Gosh!! He's so adorable!!

"You're welcome! And I want to be your friend!" I cheer. "Unless you don't want me as a friend, of course..." I add, wriggling my eyebrows.

"Would you? Would you be my friend?"

"Of course!"

"Then it might be a good start since I can't be your boyfriend, obviously," he replies teasingly before his eyes widen in horror. "Oh my God... Mark would probably kick me out if he heard that!!"

I'm not so sure about that... If Alex is to enter the lifestyle and join the Black Diamond, we could totally have a repeat of last Monday... Instead of Ed, it would be Alex... Mmm I like this very much... I can already imagine sharing Mark with Alex, both of us pleasuring him... I'd really love Alex's company for a full day... Or more...

Ugh!!! Come on, Shan!! What are you thinking about!?

"I doubt..." I chuckle.

"Are you two ever going to get married?" Alex then asks, making me almost choke on my saliva.

"What!!?" I whisper-yell, but it's still louder than I thought.

I briefly turn back to see if we're still alone. Shit! We had left the door open!

"Sorry, I didn't mean to be intrusive..."

"No, it's okay. It's just... I've never given too much thought about... marriage..." I grumble.

"Sorry if I upset you..." he replies remorsefully.

"No, you didn't, it's just that... Mark is my first real relationship, and before that, I've never considered marriage as an end in itself, like... it's not a commitment that makes two people love each other more. I'm just not very fond of all these institutional investments," I explain, grinning at Alex.

"But what if Mark proposed to you?" he insists, smiling mischievously.

Jeez!! His cuteness is going to make me melt!!

"Ugh... I don't know... We've been together for less than four months, so let's not put the cart before the horse!!"

"Yeah, but imagine we're six months later and he does get on his knee and holds out an engagement ring... Shannon, will you marry me?" he says, taking a deeper voice that makes me burst out laughing.

"Ugh shut up!! We're not there yet!!" I exclaim. "And I don't know... I guess I'd do anything for him, but... marriage is just not my thing. I don't like conventional stuff... My thing is unconventional stuff!"

"Unconventional stuff? Like what?"

"Like..." I trail off, hesitating to mention my peculiar attraction for kinkier sex as an example, or that I could see myself in a three-way relationship for instance. "I don't know, just weird stuff... Anyway, I don't think you need an engagement ring to prove you belong to someone else. Some people get married, and they don't even truly love each other. I do love Mark, and if I have to wear something that shows my belonging to him, it would be my collar," I reply, brushing my fingers against the silver necklace with pride.

"It's funny, because I think exactly the same," Alex comments, smiling brightly. "Marriage is not my thing either, even if I can't really explain why..."

"Boys!! Lunch is almost ready!!"

We both startle when Mark's voice echoes from the kitchen a few seconds later, because we didn't even hear him leave his office. Not dwelling on this, I grab Alex's hand and we both run to meet him there. Mark is at the stove, actually waiting for a pan to heat up and the steaks are still waiting in their butcher paper.

"How was the movie?" he asks as I pass some plates to Alex to set the table.

"Hmm... interesting...?" I say.

"We didn't watch a movie in the end..." Alex says at the same time, earning a playful nudge in his ribs while Mark frowns at us.

"We just talked a lot..." I add, rolling my eyes.

"Now did you?" Mark smirks.

That creep!!! Now I'm sure he spied part of our conversation! Twice in the same day!!!

Published on 19 May 2016