The Billionaire's Good girl. Not.
he got to where I stood—a little too close, not like I cared anyways—and cupped my face with his left hand, gently caressing my cheek.
"I meant every words in the poems, Habibi. I made a mistake before but I won't make that mistake again. I love you so much and I'm going to show it this time around. If there's anything I've learnt... it's that making you hate me, to somehow stop me from wanting you but...here I am, whipped and yearning for you."
I blinked and took in a deep breath, my throat tight.
"How did you get those photos?" I croaked. If I didn't talk about it then, I'm wasn't sure I would be able to talk about it later.