Sinclair Adams is my name and tattooing motherf#@kers is my game. I was good to go in life. A job, house, car, and a great family standing behind me. However, my life up until this point could only be described as one thing. Toxic. Yes, my childhood was great. I have the best parents a girl could ask for and the greatest friends that would do almost anything for me. However, that’s not the toxic part. That part of my life began when I was sixteen years old... moreSinclair Adams is my name and tattooing motherf#@kers is my game. I was good to go in life. A job, house, car, and a great family standing behind me. However, my life up until this point could only be described as one thing. Toxic. Yes, my childhood was great. I have the best parents a girl could ask for and the greatest friends that would do almost anything for me. However, that’s not the toxic part. That part of my life began when I was sixteen years old. When Alex Pierce came to live next door in a small one-bedroom house. Just seeing all his muscled up sexiness had me in fits each time I saw him. After having our one night of fun where he took my virginity, he moved away. I thought I would never see him again, and it broke me. However, I should've known that all things are not that simple. Of course, it was fourteen years down the road when it happened; in the tattoo parlor (Get Inked) that I work at of all places. From the moment, his hazel eyes met mine I knew I was in trouble. I remembered him. The way his muscles bounced as he ran up the street late at night. The thin layer of sweat that always, always coated his hot-as-f#@k body, and the feel of his skin underneath my fingers as he took me for the first and only time. He is a walking wet dream. One that up until now had disappeared. Now I find myself between a rock and a hard place. The rock being our son and the hard place being him… What the hell am I going to do? less
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