The Billionaire's Mistress
His hoarse voice sounded, sending chills down my spines.
"It's me Bernard," I faltered, unsure of what to say.
He pushed the door open and was met by my awaiting gaze. It was clear to me that he never expected to see me. I had to plead with him to let me in. I was so glad to be allowed in, hence I ran my wandering eyes all around the luxury of the entire living room, perchance, for the last time, if he refuses to have me back. That was exactly what I came for, I wanted him to have me back, and never leave.
Bab Populer