Carrying Mr. Billionaire’s Heir
My lips parted in shock.
He’s big!!
I stared at him, swallowing hard as nerves twisted inside me.
“K-kaya ko ba ’yan?” I asked, my voice trembling with innocence.
His lips curved in a faint, reassuring smile. “I’ll be gentle.”
I gulped again, my heart racing so fast it drowned out the music from outside. Before fear could speak for me, he kissed me, not with the same hunger as before, but softer, tender, coaxing me to surrender. His lips tasted of warmth and promise, almost enough to melt away my hesitation.
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