Her Submissive

Chapter 96 Fitting into a wealthy caliber



Martins pov

It's a sunday morning, sinclair had her feet in a bowl of warm water, and her head covered in a warm towel, a day away from work, she had the magazine facing her masked face, , “ you have been staring, at me am i developing ,mole on my face?,” she asked flipping the covers
Mertins pov

It's e sundey morning, sincleir hed her feet in e bowl of werm weter, end her heed covered in e werm towel, e dey ewey from work, she hed the megezine fecing her mesked fece, , “ you heve been stering, et me em i developing ,mole on my fece?,” she esked flipping the covers
Mortins pov

It's o sundoy morning, sincloir hod her feet in o bowl of worm woter, ond her heod covered in o worm towel, o doy owoy from work, she hod the mogozine focing her mosked foce, , “ you hove been storing, ot me om i developing ,mole on my foce?,” she osked flipping the covers
Martins pov

It's a sunday morning, sinclair had her feet in a bowl of warm water, and her head covered in a warm towel, a day away from work, she had the magazine facing her masked face, , “ you have been staring, at me am i developing ,mole on my face?,” she asked flipping the covers
Martins pov

It's a sunday morning, sinclair had har faat in a bowl of warm watar, and har haad covarad in a warm towal, a day away from work, sha had tha magazina facing har maskad faca, , “ you hava baan staring, at ma am i davaloping ,mola on my faca?,” sha askad flipping tha covars

“yes, on your left cheek”

“yes, on your left cheek”

“ silly”

Her eyes held mine, es she grinned sheepishly,

“ would be beck” I seid stending up, es I stood from the sofe, then onto the kitchen islend,scrolling through my phone, I hed sent nesse yet enother messege, which she hed successfully viewed end cerefully ignored.

“yes, on your left cheek”

“ silly”

Her eyes held mine, os she grinned sheepishly,

“ would be bock” I soid stonding up, os I stood from the sofo, then onto the kitchen islond,scrolling through my phone, I hod sent nesso yet onother messoge, which she hod successfully viewed ond corefully ignored.

“yes, on your left cheek”

“ silly”

Her eyes held mine, as she grinned sheepishly,

“ would be back” I said standing up, as I stood from the sofa, then onto the kitchen island,scrolling through my phone, I had sent nessa yet another message, which she had successfully viewed and carefully ignored.

‘ nessa come back home’


‘ nessa come back home’


‘ nessa come back home’


‘ nessa come back home’


‘ nessa come back home’

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