She had oohed and aahed over each gift of the lacy clothing and had worn each item at least once while Dennis fucked her. But he hadn’t bought any o... this for her. They were all for him. His slender body wasn’t too much different than his wife’s aside from her terrific tits, and now he had a whole week to try them all on without interruption. Under the guise of the trip to the beach house, he had even managed to snag a week off work. No one would call him in for the next seven days as he got to. ”I made a shooing gesture. A shower actually sounded nice. She. He said “she”. So he has a partner in crime? A woman? Great. Just what I needed. I looked at the camera. Did I trust him?Idiot. He k**napped, spanked and put you in a cell. I rubbed my face in my hands groaning. Fine. I looked up at the camera again. Ok. Fine.I put my back to the camera. I undid the top two buttons. I closed my eyes. I let the shirt drop down off of one shoulder. I turned my head so my chin was against my shoulder,. ‘Here to deliver these,’ he gestured at the packet of chips he had in his hands. ‘Oh, come in, lad.’ She moved aside, letting him enter. Brandon stepped inside the small, narrow foyer, illuminated with a filament bulbs chandelier. ‘You want some tea?’ ‘Umm… No, thanks.’ He followed Elsa into the living room, taking off his jacket. ‘I have to be back soon.’ ‘Still managing the chip counter, huh?’ Elsa laughed, looking at the state of her face in the mirror, dabbing the crinkled parts of the mask. Just as Rip had predicted, by the time Mimi had left their first visit to the jail, Aries was already on the phone with the one man from his past that he actually considered a friend. Devlin Sinclair was not the rich snobby type, he didn’t give a damn about politics, and he lived by his instincts—basically, he did what he wanted, when ever he wanted, and to hell with anyone who dared to disagree. He didn’t follow the trends, and he didn’t embrace the fame that the extreme wealth had brought to.