![]() ![]() The goal tonight is to forget the reality of the situation she and her two best friends have found themselves in. Grabbing the Prosecco from the fridge, Everly finds three mason jars, pops the cork, and divvies up the bubbly. Don’t one-click if you want a tame mail order bride story. *WARNING: This story features a mountain man who knows exactly what he wants. Period.Ĭlearly I have no clue how to be a wife. Mostly because I’m marrying a stranger and also because I’ve never dated. ![]() ![]() I’m crossing my fingers he’s everything I signed up for.īut I may be a little over my head. ![]() The agency says this Alaskan mountain man is rich, hot as heck, and willing to pay off my student loans. But honestly, my life could be a helluva lot worse. Hell, I wanted a wife, but I’m not sure I know how to live with a woman.ĭid I expect to be a mail-order bride at twenty-two? No. In exchange, I’ll give her a lifetime of happiness in the form of my c*ck.īut d*mn, Everly’s more than I bargained for and I don’t think she has any idea what it means to be mine. I want a wife who knows what it means to live off the grid, cook my food, and keep my bed warm. “I’m claiming you as mine, right here, right now.” ![]()
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