Carried in Daddy's Arms

AUTHOR'S POV

Vivian rolled her eyes in sheer irritation, dragging her discarded lace panties up her thighs. The bedroom still reeked of stale sweat, heavy cologne, and the blunt, undeniable scent of the sex they just had. She yanked her wrinkled skirt over her hips and adjusted the fabric with quick, sharp movements. The heavy thud of the door Marcella had slammed shut still seemed to echo in the