Oh my poor baby

Janelle

Later that evening..

“How did finding your mother’s maid go?!” I asked Adil is I pulled the chair in front of the vanity mirror and took my seat, I gently unwrapped the towel from my head and plugged in my hair driver,

“I’ll help you,” Adil muttered as he hopped off the bed and walked to me, he took the hair dryer from me and began to dry my hair massaging my scalp slowly in the process, my eyes went shut and I enjoyed his hands on my scalp.

“Hmm, I love you baby,” I muttered slurry as he dried my hair.

“Apparently Becky did not just have her contact info for no reason, when we got there, her neighbors told us that she just moved before day break,” my eyes flung open and I slowly turned and looked up at him,

“Oh my God,” I whispered,

“Do you need me to help?!” I asked, he shook his head and continued drying my hair, I exhaled deeply and turned back to look into the mirror.

“You already have a lot on your plate, besides I have a private investigator helping out already,” he sa