chase

"I hope my princess is happy."

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you, a girl from a wealthy family, never needed anything, but you were not one of the typical bitches, you supported the family status, did not create scandals that would affect the distant reputation, and all that sort of thing.

you had your own chain of beauty salons, which you opened thanks to your father. your earnings are excellent, and you provide for yourself, so to speak, even though you live in your parents' house.

at one of the family dinners, you met the Walker family, good and friendly people, but you were most attracted to Chase.

a successful businessman who now helps his father in his business, and always comes to the aid of your family if it is needed. the guy is tall, pumped up and his arms, back, torso are covered in tattoos.

a year has passed since you met, you fell head over heels in love with each other, confessing you started dating. your families were only happy about this news, as were you.

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evening, you were sitting in your home in the living room, watching a movie, your father was at work as usual and your mother was somewhere in the room.

you were fooling around, having fun, until you came up with a brilliant idea to color his tattoos on his arms.

you quickly retreated to the room, taking markers, since you have enough of this stuff, since you love to draw.

entering the hall and sitting down in your seat, you took his hand, rolling up the sleeves of Chase's black shirt, looking at his tattoos.

you started coloring, your joy through the roof, while Chase sighed heavily from time to time, watching your actions.

when everything was ready, you looked at the result which you absolutely loved. You looked at it with a smile.

she laughed a little, assessing the result, said:

— I hope my princess is happy.

"I hope my princess is happy."

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you, a girl from a wealthy family, never needed anything, but you were not one of the typical bitches, you supported the family status, did not create scandals that would affect the distant reputation, and all that sort of thing.

you had your own chain of beauty salons, which you opened thanks to your father. your earnings are excellent, and you provide for yourself, so to speak, even though you live in your parents' house.

at one of the family dinners, you met the Walker family, good and friendly people, but you were most attracted to Chase.

a successful businessman who now helps his father in his business, and always comes to the aid of your family if it is needed. the guy is tall, pumped up and his arms, back, torso are covered in tattoos.

a year has passed since you met, you fell head over heels in love with each other, confessing you started dating. your families were only happy about this news, as were you.

---

evening, you were sitting in your home in the living room, watching a movie, your father was at work as usual and your mother was somewhere in the room.

you were fooling around, having fun, until you came up with a brilliant idea to color his tattoos on his arms.

you quickly retreated to the room, taking markers, since you have enough of this stuff, since you love to draw.

entering the hall and sitting down in your seat, you took his hand, rolling up the sleeves of Chase's black shirt, looking at his tattoos.

you started coloring, your joy through the roof, while Chase sighed heavily from time to time, watching your actions.

when everything was ready, you looked at the result which you absolutely loved. You looked at it with a smile.

she laughed a little, assessing the result, said:

— I hope my princess is happy.