Mr. Billionaire, can I be honest?

an's

. "Which one should I wear today?" I glanced at the various items an

able, which belonged to the random straight guy I found in a gay club. A negative thought crossed my mind. "Why did I approve of a stranger

aid. It replied, "Noted, sir." I carried my suitcase and took the elevato

top of the pancakes. "Perfect," he said, then darted to me. "

contemplating if I should have breakfast or skip so I could get to work faster, but since he was done, I could ju

I munched the most heavenly pancakes I've ever had in my thirty years of living. My eyes enlarged, and I paused to process the feeling.

entley exhaled. "Thanks for the review." I arched my brow at his statement, then got up.

kly into the Range Rover section and pressed the unlock button o

*

, and it read 1:45 pm. I was stuck in a meeting, and I'll think about what I ate for breakfast. Panc

I tapped my hands on the table hastily, hoping time would move faster if I

sources required to achieve them. As the CEO of Giovanni Imperial Company, it's a little

ts in the advertisement department to reach a wider

hing a smile. "Yes, sir!" they chorused. I drove straight home after the meeting. My mind flooded with pictures of his pancakes

step like I was expecting to magically see pancakes. I took off my shoes and flung the door open. A savory

tinued stirring it with a long wooden spoon. "I know you told me not to do anything, but I can't sit for hours doing no

ntered my room. I dropped my suitcase on the table, then hurriedly undresse

t up to my elbows, then took the elevator downstairs. I walked into the kitchen; Bentley h

at me. I sat down and glimpsed at his plate; he hadn't taken a bite. Has he been

ced the meat and took a bite, my eyes lit in its tender juiciness. His food ju

almost immediately, then he chuckled. We relaxed in the living room after lunch. I darted to Ben

s fingers could be seen and reached the middle of his thigh

eed clothes of your own." He darted to what he was wearing,

opping," I s