TBD #3: Babysit By The Billionaire
Parang anytime, sasabog ulit ang init ng ulo niya—or baka ako ang maunang sumabog.
I hugged myself tighter with the robe he lent me, inhaling the scent that clung to the fabric. Sh*t. Even his stupid robe smells like sin.
“Stop doing stupid things, Cielle,” he said suddenly, eyes still on the road.
“Stop acting like you’re in charge of me,” I snapped back. “You’re not my boyfriend.”
“Thank God for that,” he muttered under his breath.
Napalingon ako sa kanya, offended. “Wow. You’re welcome, asshole.”
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