decadent-rider
Twenty Thousand Club
She hummed a little in response and hung up, laying back to hold him gently, just keeping an eye on him and feeling guilty until she glanced up at a knock on the door and saw the same woman from earlier. “Oh… hi… listen I’m so sorry about how I spoke to you before I… he’s told me you’re his shrink.” She mumbled. When she’d arrived and seen the same woman from the tabloids in the room she’d lost her shit on her and used a few choice words in anger.