The Billionaire’s Cook
Emmie Sanyathe billionaire and the bellboyyou gently open the doorthe other side of the doorcoraline downstairs neighbors
Never been properly ravished.
Everything about her looked pure, untouched. But the things she said, the things that came out of her mouth, were downright foul.
I tapped on the rewind button but it went too far back and Georgina was suddenly on the black and white screen, strutting around my home like she owned the place.
Anger surged within me so fast the heat of it raised my body temperature, fingers white-knuckling the edge of my desk in renewed ire.
Coraline had let that donnaccia in and she had immediately headed for my bedroom, stripping herself naked and lying between the sheets to take pictures of herself in erotic poses. I was sure she had sent them to me, having not realized she was