Billionaire Secret Wife

he content in it like it was going to save his life. Steve sighed. Mike had never had a good relationship with his parent, but he had never tried losing himself in bo

ottles on the table. What was

y said that, and the only way is this." He p

ipping since and tried asking Mike the same question, but when he lifted his head up, he was already sleeping with his hea

. The moment he was successful, he let out a sigh of relief and drove to Mike's apartment. When he got there, he contemplated leaving Mike in the car because how was he s

in the car – it was good to have proof. He smiled at the pictures before putting his phone back in his pocket, then got to work dragging Mike to the elevator. By the time he got to the apartment, he was e

g his head. He was never getting drunk again. He felt like shit. When he glanced around the apartment, he saw Steve sleeping and snoring on the couch next to his. He tried smil

s laptop while he was talking to him. Steve nodded, scratching his bums as he moved to the microwa

pened las

e was talking about. He knew ex

t want to ta

you put me through last night. Do you think it's easy dra

lifting his gaze off his

so eager to know what had made him run to the bottles. He brought his phone out, "I have this." Finally, Mike lif

g to do with that? Why did you even

s online. Imagine your first picture online and this is it. Ev

What do you w

e picture. "What made you drink that badly?

you are going to delete tha

d. "I can't promise that. When next do you th

riend. Yet, he knew it wasn't because he was charmed. Steve was the one who made his life a bit fun, and he was the one who alwa

are going

was temporarily forgotten. "What do you mean? Did they f

er, it's time for me to get marrie

uth in disbelief, "And are you

with someone he doesn't even know. "All I know is I am going to inhe