Billionaire's Bed by luisavilaok (best color ereader TXT) 📖

After putting away the mobile, I bite my lower lip thinking about the alternatives that there are for Joshua to change some aspects that used to touch me, now they are touching the point of constant complaints.

No friction. I am making claims.

I hope that this will not be chaotic for us, then Leonardo Ferrari will have achieved a first step in his Machiavellian goals.

"White dwarf roses. For you, sweetie. Lots and lots."

I read the message with a sort of tickle in my stomach as I ride the cab home as the sunset reflects across the city through the parks and buildings as I walk. Leonardo is more stubborn than ever and he scares me. Not only him in his person with his sinister way of being having gotten into every corner of my head and my life but that this begins to make me feel a certain way with pleasure or maybe, okay? How does this make me vibrate? My goodness, how difficult everything is for me. The place is filled with hundreds or thousands of dwarf roses with a luxurious decoration around the waist flooding the environment with a delicious perfume.

* However, when I got home I am back with my average apartment in an average neighborhood. Payment with the QR and low.

However, I go in and meet him.

Joshua.

Extending a bouquet of flowers in my direction.

Some horrible peonies with sunflowers. Aaaay, I don't know why I'm thinking of this, but I never realized how bad taste this man is.

”For the love of my life. It's not even close to what that preciousness should have cost you”—he points to the PlayStation installed in the smart in the room... THE SMART IN THE ROOM! I WILL NOT HAVE A CHANCE TO SEE MY SERIES AND MOVIES SINCE HE WILL SPEND HOURS ON THIS! Oh, oh, oh, why do I feel that something hurts me deep inside. “Are you going to take them?”

I was so amazed that I even glanced at the bouquet before holding it and having to force my brain to send a signal to force a giggle.

Shit.

"Um...yeah...thank you."

And I receive them.

I swallow hard as he grabs my cheeks and pulls me close to his mouth for a kiss, inhaling deeply his perfume.

It's not Joshua's expensive perfume but supermarket deodorant. Joshua never used a good perfume, he never saw the importance of adding one more bill to be able to wear something good that makes him smell conveniently good.

”First, we have a date for a dinner, yes?”

I stare at him.

Dinner.

Leonardo invited me to dinner tonight.

”What is it about?”

“I have an invitation for you. It is a wonderful place.”

”Oh great! I’ll take a shower, okay?”

"And wear something nice that will be fabulous."

”Yes? Oh... Heh, heh, pizza.”

he denies with the head. Whenever he wants to take me out to dinner we have pizza.

“None of that, love. Come on, go.”

He spanks me and as I head to the kitchen, he runs like a child magnetized by a toy to his video game.

For god's sake.

I'm tempted to look at the sunflowers and throw them away on the way, but I leave them in water in a bucket in the kitchen.