ON THE BRUTAL BILLIONAIRE'S BED
I pulled on his cheeks as I continued singing, “My handsome baby boy, baby boy, give me your heart, baby boy... phew... hahaha!”
I knew we were in a car, but everything else was a blur; my eyelids felt too heavy to open.
“My love, my all, my baby boy, don’t leave me! No one can love you like I do. My heart is yours, aaahh! Maximum... ooohhh!!”
Suddenly, I felt overwhelmed and drifted off to sleep.
When I woke up the next morning, a sharp pain throbbed in my head, and the memories of last night flooded back, making my face heat with embarrassment.
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