Beauty and the Billionaire
I jerk up my head to stop myself from this emotional fleet.
Damn, she really knows how to get me.
"I love you, babe," I said, brushing my thumb on her lips.
"And I love you too, babe."
"Damn it, why should we go now," I whispered again.
"Hold it for a little longer, Drew. We're almost finished," she responds in a whisper. I held her hand tightly again and kissed the back of her palm.
"What makes you happy, Mr. DM?" another one asked.
I swallowed hard and stared at Beauty. "What makes me happy is Beauty. . . If she's happy, then I am happy, too. Her happiness is mine, and that's all that matters."
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