The midmorning air was cold, and a promise of winter loomed icily as Richard stepped into the Robinson estate. It was ill-managed, not as beautiful as he remembered, but then, he hadn't expected Evans to take extra care of what was not his. Evans' new wife, Melissa met him on the porch with open arms and he had no choice but to offer her an embrace. "You smell like a man, I can't say the same about your father," she breathed, in a feathery whisper. Chris disentangled from her embrace and frowned at her comment, he had to be careful with the strange woman or she would be a problem in the future. "I know you want me, you just are afraid that I'm your father's, but don't be, I know Julius loves to share." She whispered with a pout and ran her fingers down his chest. Midway, Chris grabbed her and sneered. "I will say this again, you have no idea the family you're messing with, my father has dumped women like you in a twinkle of an eye, do not overestimate your place in his life, Meliss
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