Pleasured By My Dad’s Billionaire Best Friend
You can always ask Niccolo to talk to the people he knows, a voice in my head suggested, and I just ignored it as I grabbed my new Chanel tote, a gift Niccolo had gotten me a few days back, for making a full recovery.
“Don't hesitate to call me if you feel even the slightest bit of stres, okay?” My boyfriend uttered, as I stepped out of the car. “I'm only one call away.”
“I don't want to be a nepo girlfriend,” I said, and Niccolo just shook his head.
“Your stubborness is too fucking sexy,” He replied. “Anyway, I'll let you go now. I love you.”
“I love you too, freak.” I beamed, slamming the door shut before heading inside.