"Alan... I have a few things to maintain, as such, I won't be with you."
Serene stood near the tall stained-glass window, her silhouette outlined by the golden sunlight filtering through.
"I hope you can love my daughters... and Miss Lyra Harrington, till then."
She turned, walking slowly.
"I have promised to teach my daughters how to please you," she continued, her words laced with sensuality and command, "but I hope Miss Lyra can do it instead."
Alan, seated beside the tea set untouched since the meeting began, leaned back. His jaw clenched slightly as if swallowing the urge to speak.
He doesn't know what to say at all... Like seriously what can he even say?
Of course, he didn't hate the idea.
Lyra was beautiful with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a sexy mature body.
Those breast looks very heavy.
She looks very fuckable.
As Serene left the room, the echo of her words hung heavy in the air. Alan watched her depart, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.
