50 Fifty: MTOABB

MTOABB

“So we’re good?” I overhear Zack ask him. “We’re alright,” Gomes mutters.

Immediately my curiosity radar was up to a thousand, but I had to reel it in as I rushed upstairs to jump into the shower.

I turn the faucet on, standing in the middle of the shower head as the water finds itself on my hair and then down to every part of me. I grab the body wash, dripping the white liquid in my hands and then on my skin. It was the ten minutes I needed - alone with my thoughts. I grab the towel nearby and wrap it around my body, covering my breasts and hiding myself till my mid thighs. I moved to the bedroom, alone by myself as Gomes was still downstairs with Zack, I presumed. I remove the towel, reaching for my bag and grabbing a black French cut panty and slipping it on.