Mr. Billionaire, can I be honest?

ley'

y that night." I bow

need clothes of my own; Alpha told me this was his smal

ppropriate for this outing; I can't have you looking like that as we parade Maverick City; it'l

oth hands; anyone could tell the phone cost a lot by a glance. Its sleek back was covered by a silver case a

head. "It'll be here in ten seconds; you'll pick it up." My eyes enlarge

r package has arrived," it said with a computerized voice. I collected the box and raised a brow, thinking of what to

e and walked toward Giovan

ere; what's the diffe

y. "What does he mean by that?

"I'm not looking." The clothes and shoes fit perfectly, and my skin confirmed its high qu

o change his formal clothes. He walked to a shelf that was almost as

elling, and elegant scent wafted the air due to the air conditioner. I ricocheted my gaze as Gio

ap perfume into my house," a firm voice vibrated, irritation grazi

ntle scent of soft lavender and vanilla. "I like this; I'll take it." Giovanni snatched m

smiled. "Six hundred dollars." My eyes popped out. "Six hundred what!" I yelled. "How can

Giovanni pulled me closer with a devilish smile plastered on his face, my innards twisted into a knot as

my way out of his firm grip. Giovanni's gray eyes darken

ar of the unknown. Was he going to force me to resist? I thought he was not interested; why the sudden change of heart?

his face. "Just kidding." I hyperventilated, exhaling the

ned, glaring as Giovanni chuckled in amusement. "Ha!" he pointed at

tear from the corner of his eye. "Jerk," I murmured. Giovanni picked up a silver watch from h

d rows of car keys were hung in an organized manner. A room for keys, an insignia of his wealth. Giovanni walked to the wall, his hand

time seeing a car key collection? You haven't laid eyes on my jet and ya

r when we get back." We took the elevator to the ground floor and left the house. I trailed behind h

e to us at a normal speed. He peeked at my dumbfounded expressio

," he s