Hiding The CEO's Son
Rarely did this version of me come out of hiding, but this way seemed like the first time I wasn't hiding in a shell.
A whistle coming from those feminine lips made me flutter my eyes. Kelly, on the edge of my bed, kept looking at me like I was a Picasso painting.
"Don't stay there, go on, go break hearts" he pointed out with giggles.
I shook my head, looking like teenage Kelly, definitely not going on a hunt. Rather, I should be the one to avoid being devoured at all costs in that circle of old millionaires.
“Although I like the result, I don't feel like the owner of the night or anything like that. Take care of Isaac, let him go to bed early” I added taking the handbag, I put my phone, com