The Beautiful Billionaire
“I’m yours, just don’t leave or let me go. We’re good.”
“Fine.” I grabbed my phone from the coffee table, tapped the camera, posed myself, and clicked shot. It was a good shot. He was looking at me, those eyes filled with affection, but not paying attention to what I was doing. I did a few edits with the lighting, but everyone knew I never used filters.
“What are you doing?”
“Now you suddenly sound panicking.” I posted the photo to my I*******m account with the caption, Lazy Day with a blue heart emoji. I already followed him, but he never did follow me back. I showed him my post. “Happy?”
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