Babysitting the Billionaire's son
His eyes were heavy, unfocused, glassy—there was no denying he was drunk.
“Uh,” I stammered, feeling my pulse quicken, “Aalisin ko lang sana ang necktie mo.”
He nodded sluggishly, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. The simple motion was slow, deliberate, and far too tempting. “Please do,” he murmured, his voice hoarse, rough, yet strangely enticing in that state.
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