A Drunken Night With My Ex-Husband Boss
Twice.
Sharp and punctual, like’d expect in a Ceo of the most powerful family.
I stared at the paper again.
“Don’t bother worrying about what to wear. It’s been laid out for you.”
That was the last straw. I crumpled the paper, throwing it in the trash.
“Of course, you would select the clothes I would wear, ” I muttered under my breath, suddenly losing the appetite to eat.
Back upstairs, I found the dress displayed neatly across the bed. It was stunning, deep red silk with a modest neckline, long sleeves, and a slit that opened at the edge of the neck area, exposing a little skin l without fully committing. It screamed power, elegance... and Xavier.
Bab Populer