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

“I have clothes for my guests.”

Oh shit, he's a bastard. “So I'm one of your guests? Am I one more? To how many do you use the same lines that you want to make her your wife, Italian liar?

"Well... I won't wear what others have worn after who knows what," I tell him with a disgusted expression, although I'm anxious to know what high-end clothes he must buy for his girls.

"Easy," he points to a hallway. “The end to the right. Guest room. In the closet there are all the clothes inside their wrappers, first you take a shower and then you choose what you want to wear, it's my gift. I never demand that my guests return the clothes.”

"Well, should I be flattered?"

“Do it, Cinderella. Then you tell me.”

"Then I'm going home."

For some reason, he raises one corner of his lips, something that doesn't amuse me at all. I only agree because I don't plan to go out on the street again in these conditions. I end up finding the room in question at the end of the hall where I just go through the closet and close the door behind me. There is a magnificent bed with a panoramic view of the entire city that looks magnificent to me. Everything here is beautiful, but the reflection of the glass makes me think that maybe I am not worthy of all this.

* I try to take off the clothes I am wearing. I go to the closet and I find all the clothes he told me about before. They are beautiful, dresses and blouses of the highest quality, Vittorino pajamas, luxury shoes and even erotic lingerie from the Vittorino Erotica line.

This is beautiful.

Stop, impulse of idiocy! Do not believe him! Just go ahead and don't be fooled by his vain charms, just worry that you broke your boy's heart and you have nothing else to think about, okay!

I close the door after grabbing a fluffy towel and go to the bathroom. I put my underwear on the floor and hang the towel where it belongs.

I slip through the glass doors of the shower and step under the hot water. I lather up with the shower gel, letting all the dirt from the mud run down my body, feeling only the perfume of the place and the aroma of wine that is still planted in my nostrils.

I close my eyes as I rinse my hair, thinking about my explanation of this to Joshua, is he looking for me now or is Leonardo showing me off like a trophy? Whatever, I can't stay here tonight, so I finish rinsing my hair, open my eyes, and— 

"AAHHHH!!!!"

The scream I let out almost makes me hit myself with what scares me.

There is a tall body on the other side of the misted glass partition. I with the glass my, discovering that there is a huge subject with a perfectly defined and brutal musculature in front of my eyes opening the door. I recoil, absolutely excited... I mean, horrified!

I open my mouth and stay like that, not remembering how to make a coherent word in a row.

"I forgot to mention that it's the only shower on the entire floor," Leonardo excuses himself, entering the shower completely naked with me and my eyes fall down between his...

HOLY MARY! I'M NOT READY TO FALL AGAIN INTO TEMPTATION! FORGIVE MY SINS, BUT I WANT LITERS OF HOLY WATER ON ME!