Morning came fast, just as I did last night. Damn! Ricci is a pro, I’ll give him his flowers.
“Chelsea,” he called me, walking out of the shower. I lifted my gaze from my phone and gently placed it on him, admiring his majestically sculpted body. As the water ran down his spelt out abs, down his V line, all my brain could pick up was the memory of him ramming me all through the night till this morning. Ever has s*x for four hours straight? No? Okay.
“Chelsea!” He barked, snapping me back to reality.
“What?” I frowned, returning to the personality that hates him dreadfully.
“Get dressed, we have a lot to do today.” He concluded before walking into his closet. Oh great! You get married to a billionaire and suddenly your day is no longer yours. I don’t know how this lunatic even expects
