The Billionaire’s Ex-Convict Nanny
The room was large, bed with soft white linens, fresh flowers—pink and white—on the nightstand.
“Pink picked those,” Darcy said.
“They’re beautiful,” I said.
“I remembered something,Ms Adrian. Leo said you liked pink and white colour,” she said, beaming.
I sat on the side of the bed, my leg and my ribs made me feel uncomfortable. I felt pain. Darcy had said earlier he would love to make lunch, and Pink insisted on helping him out. They left for the kitchen, and I explored my room.
The closet had my clothes, the dresser held personal items, and a few photos. I picked up one: me and Pink in a park. She was laughing, arms around my neck. I was smiling, happy. Then Darcy's picture. A vibrator. M
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