ELLA

The room falls into silence.

Good.

My father’s face is scrunched up in confusion, and he rises slowly. Apparently sitting isn’t good for his hearing. But when he stands, I don’t repeat myself so he knows it's not a joke.

“What did you say?” Charlotte questions, dumbfounded.

Bet she wishes it was her, or she needs absolute information dumb if she’s going to hop on Marshall Ford’s cock in the future.

Stroking Devlin and Darren’s chins simultaneously, a huge smile is ...