The Final Fight

Even though Sewell didn’t say it as blatantly as Vaire, Ciara could tell he was feeling bored.

If she thought about it, even though it’s nice and clean, Scott’s house didn’t really have much to offer. He didn’t have a walk-in closet full of pretty clothes like Vaire’s, or a large swimming pool surrounded by chaise lounges with big umbrellas.

Even the main base looks more interesting than this boring house. There Ciara could do many things and meet many people.

All this time Ciara didn’t notice, because she was busy making love to Scott every chance she got. They don’t just do it in their bedrooms, but also in living rooms, on kitchen counters, and—

“Hoam!” Sewell yawned really hard, then he covered his mouth while glaring at Ciara. “I’m sorry!”

This was the fifth time he had yawned. Sewell had been playing on his cell phone for about ten minutes after they had talked about things related to the patrol team. Looks like he’s getting bored with his phone, too.

Ciara felt sorry for him.

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