Mr. Billionaire, can I be honest?

ley'

be! No, no, no!" I said internally and slowly touched my asshole, searching for a sign

ch I found rather fierce. As he raised his head and r

nts crawling beneath my skin. I didn't know if I felt that way because

ot alpha male this early in the m

tentionally peeked at his ripped torso. My face fluttered. "What's the meaning

ormed. The man chuckled. "Yeah... you took some very straight actions yeste

ace reddened in embarrassment. "That's... not true. You're lying!" "You probably don't remember it bec

s. "You're not my type anyway," he said, turning and leaving

tention. I hurried out of bed but froze as my feet grazed the soft rug. I melted in its satisfying grass-like texture, reminiscing every st

eath. I raised my head, then diverted from his gaze. "Hmm... I'm sorry for jumping to conclusions. It's just that... yesterday was the wors

in me. I can help you with housekeeping, laundry, and cooking; please help me." He gave me a prolonged, pat

y," he said. My eyes enlarged. "Really? Thank you! Thank you so much, I'm He held his hand up, and I stopped. "I'll assist in your search f

. Giovanni or Mr. Billionaire; feel fr

en stairs, the edges illuminated by golden lights. I marveled at the glass baluster; it was the first time I'd ever seen something like it.

his head to the living room. The illuminated ceiling-a doppelganger of a galaxy full of golden stars-the wide flat-screen television depicting images as realistic; below

Giovanni answered, walking in another direction. "The kitchen is this way." I blink twice and trail behind. "H

s. A black marble countertop stood in the middle of the kitchen; by the edge of the lower cabinets was a Giovanni opened the fully occupied r

dy; if you need help wit

don't know how to He

entley Kai, Bentley is fine," I said. "Bentley, he'll

" I shuddered as a blue light appeared from th

"Calling its name will trigger it," he said as he entered the el

e ingredients for pancakes, then rolled up m