THE BILLIONAIRE NEXT DOOR
Her face was relaxed and she looked serene, the soft glow of the lamp on her bedside cast on her face like a filter.
Fuck... She is beautiful.
With how she was positioned on the bed, her shirt had slipped down a bit, revealing a bit of cleavage and I sighted the tattoo. The memory of her in that tattoo palour flashed through my head for a split second, I also caught a glimpse of the tattoo on the beach party day. But now, I could see it more clearly, it was a small wing and right below it, the word 'libre' was written in cursive.