Claiming the Ruthless CEO
“I still need you.”
Harley looked into his wrist watch.
“I'm so sorry for you, Apollo. but your time is up.”
“What?” asked Apollo.
“It's already 8pm, and it's her me time. More like, bar time.”
Harley is the one smirking now, so am I!
Come on, I just teased THE none other than Apollo, who kept on turning me on.
Because of him, I couldn't sleep properly thinking about his performance.
Now it's his time to think about me.