44// island
"I think we need a break"
my eyes nearly shot out of my head
"from us?"
I looked over the tip of my wine glass at Grayson
He chuckled
the sick bastard
"No baby, I mean from the city. I think I need to show you my island"
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S U I T S (#2)
Short StoryLife consisted of men and lace Then Grayson took Ophelia home Life began to consist of wealth and S U I T S *Sequel to L A C E* ®All Rights Reserved to ARM179 Best Ranking: #152 in Short Story 19/1/16
