Wild Side (Rose Hill, #3)

by Elsie Silver

“He’s a stuntman.” Tabitha bullshits with such ease that I do a double take. “A what?” Her mom looks confused. “You’ve probably seen him jumping off a building in a movie or something.” Tabitha waves a hand casually. “They always call him when Jason Momoa is too scared to do a scene.”

“You don’t leave for weeks at a time to fuck people. You leave for weeks at a time to fuck people up.”

I wonder the same things I do when Milo watches Paw Patrol. How the hell does a child own and operate an excavator, and where the fuck are his parents?

Maybe that chakra shit is real, and I healed him with the magic of my pussy.