The Billionaire's Hot Chef
Maybe I had no future thoughts, but I did.
"Monique?" He tapped my shoulder gently, trying to see if I was still paying attention to him or a deep slumber had take me away. I couldn't have slept in such a short amount of time. For me, sleep was something that had to build up. I wasn't one of those people who would lie in bed and suddenly sleep of, except I'd had a really stressful day and needed somewhere to rest my head. Lately, I'd been very idle--for the past two weeks precisely, albeit my nighttime was filled with series of love making, or would I say sex. We'd gotten to the point where I could call it love making. Sex was physical, involving no strings attached, but love making was diff
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