C98 Chapter Ninety Eight

As expected, Sinclair was pacing around, her forefinger caressing her temples as she tried her best not to claw me out of the sofa and yank my eye balls out, she hasn’t said much after i was bailed, was expecting to be in a spread eagle positioned and wiped like a prisoner, i am her fuck boy, i guess…

Shut the fuck up martins my subconscious mind yelled as i swallowed the lump settled in my