The Billionaire’s Beauty

ped out. He is the kind of guy that you secretly wish wo

them all at their beck and call. He slid on his raybans as soon as he go

but he really could bet his life on it that Veronica and all of the ot

ctually never asked and doubted if he ever will. A not too innocent smile which soon turned into a smirk played

ixteen years now, who was recruited shortly after the death of Ben,

re to the kitchen where Mark was busy stirr

hich was now thicker. Mark was laughing as he watched him sniff the air. He was used to him doing that. Ash drew back and grin

of the kitchen, pressed his palms on the sur

eaten halfway and fished out two. Mark had resumed at

to my heart," Ash win

s time around." He winked again, reaching for the pack of cookies and

ment he stepped into their house sixteen years ago. "When did you get bac

over to the fridge to grab a pack of juice. He resumed his seat on the isl

w minutes. It's ready." He announced

creased his face in anticipation of the meal. Mark was soon done dishing both their foods and

ot soup wasn't. It was spiced with various assortments, mushrooms, chopped beef, crabs a

to have you cook more of this, cos'

h, no doubt, the house had been practically nothing short of empty and boring for him, since he b

ain. This got Mark laughing hard, it reminded him of many memories he's had wit

, don't give me that look. Not that talk either," Ash warned. "you should k

ne when there's so much fun outside of it? I'm okay with my women. They're fucking alrig

for me." He corrected. Mark sighed. " Alright

ow twice in quick motion, then laughed. Mark shook hi

. They have a function. A funeral." Mark answered. Ash furrow

the rest of their food in silence. Ash finished

nced, grabbing his juice. " Thanks for the

as he walked out the kitchen door and he