The Billionaire's Lust For Cheap Perfume
I say, smiling, but he pushes my hand away.
“Jessica!” he groans, and everyone laughs as we walk back to the kitchen to grab a plate.
“You brought pizza?” Jackson says, his eyes lighting up as he looks at Mike.
Mike nods, “I brought five. Three have bacon on them.”
Jackson’s mouth gapes, but he quickly puts his joy aside, “Well, who doesn’t like bacon? Good job, Mike.” He compliments him and grabs his plate, filling it up.
“Thank you,” I whisper, coming closer to Mike, but Jackson clears his throat.
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