Mr. Billionaire, can I be honest?

cient

moved him a bit. "I'm only doing this because I'm oddly generous today," he

of seaside breeze. His buttocks have never grazed such levels of comfor

. "Ugh! Nevermind, I'm the eccentric one for trying to communicate with a wast

*

ack Marquina marble complimented its white concrete siding, and the limited glasses placed on the balconies were like

ith the finest materials. The unique architecture distinguished by labels made room for eve

retched out a helping hand. Bentley took it immediately and got o

e." They walked for some time and stopped at the fourth silver door.

links. "What a long day." "I... I feel funny," Bentley

y ran into the bathroom and threw up; he washed his mouth in the sink and was abou

he hung up. An older man in a suit rushed into the room. "How may I help you, sir?" Damian darte

Damian entered the room and glanced at Bentley, looking decent in navy blue pajamas. He walked to him and said, "The guest

ld his hand and then turned. "You're not going to leave me here, are you?" Bentley spoke in a soft

ed the gap between them. Damian's eyes widened. "Woah, he's good-looking up close," he muttered. Bentley adjusted his colla

ue colors or just the alcohol speaking. "Okay, I'll stay; I still think

zed at his lips before slowly entering his eyes, seductively teasing those fascinating

this on," he said, gently taking off Bentley's glasses and placing them on the silver bedside table. Bentley rubb

hesitated, then closed the gap by moving to him. Damian dragged the sheets upwards

dnight," D

ht," he

*

room a natural lightning effect. For the first time, Bentley did not

illow and comfortable bed. Bentley yawned and sat up. "Am

he black-haired stranger sleeping shirtless next to him. Bentley gasped and d

t with