Maid for the Billionaire
“Why don’t you ask him about that? I mean, he’s responsible for his actions, he’s leading you, so you have the right to ask his intention. He might just want a friends with benefits situation.”
“I don’t know how to ask him that,”
“Hmp, think about it later, let’s go,”
I furrowed my brow. “Where?”
“Oh my God, we’re going to prepare for your birthday!”
“Oh!”
“My birthday is tomorrow?”
Dex’s expression changed, looking like she felt sorry for me. “I get it, Naya. If you were born with that kind of ugly face, even I would curse my birthday—aww!”
“Damn you!” I stood up, grabbed a towel, and gave her a dirty look. “You might peek, you know?”