Chapter 39
CHRISTIAN VICIOUS‘ VOLKOV.
“I visited her by the clinic today, she and Millie look happy. The young man was also kind in helping me-,”
“What young man?”
I ask Juana, putting the documents down first and taking a swig of my whiskey.
“The dashing nurse. Xavier, I think. He’s at sweetheart in helping people around”
I bet he fucking is.
He probably licks the floors clean too for the
Little Nurse.
“Vicious?”
“You can go to sleep; I don’t need anything else.”
I glance back at the documents. All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.
And in all honesty, I can’t see shit and that’s not the alcohol talking but a whole lot of crap
vas
happening in my body as I imagine some punk
nurse–man getting cozy with the sunshine.
blonde.
My sunshine blonde.
“Vicious? If I may?”
thena Pallis