One Night Stand With The Billionaire Boss
A few hours later, I’m at home, in a tee and track pants, on FaceTime with Saxon and Damon, a glass of whisky in my hand.
“Jesus,” Saxon says. “She’s a dominatrix?”
“Well, I couldn’t see any whips or paddles, but yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s what’s going on there.”
“I didn’t think he’d be into S&M,” Damon says.
“I’ve always thought their cotton-rich socks are the best on the market,” Saxon replies.
“That’s M&S, idiot,” Damon tells him.
I give a short, tired laugh. They’re trying to cheer me up. It works, partly.
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