Sierra
After dinner, Luna told the men to clean up the dishes and kitchen while she and I had some girl time. She texted her driver and told me she was letting him know where he was staying.
“So how do you like living here? Pretty fancy, right? Just the right place for a family too. Big backyard, a theater and gaming room, everything a little boy or girl would want. Do you like children, Sierra?”
“I love children,” I said.
“Good, good,” she smiled, patting my arm.
“Cara,” Cesare said.
“Hush, I’m talking to our new daughter,” she said, shushing him.
“Has Anthony given you a tour of the house?”
“Oh, well, we’ve been busy, you see. I…” I didn’t know what to say to this woman. I’ve been holed up in our room having fantastic monkey s*x, learning what your son likes in bed, learnin
