The Girlfriend Experience Ch. 51
Pamela left home a girl, but Vegas made her a woman – and then a legend.
Pamela eased into the porch rocker, its familiar creak offering a lullaby for her newborn son, Kaden. She inhaled deeply, savoring the warmth of the ceramic mug against her palm and the spiced aroma of apple cider mingling with the crisp October air. A gust fluttered through the maples lining Willow Creek Drive, sending a confetti of amber and crimson leaves pirouetting past. As dusk settled over the quiet Baltimore subur...