Ashiya
"BONJOUR, sleepyhead!”
I greeted Damon good morning in French. He was half-naked and was sleeping under the Dobby Sateen cotton sheets.
He only growled as I tapped his shoulder. "It is just six in the morning. The conference is at nine and a chopper will take us to the convention center. Let me sleep, woman.”
I was still not used to the billionaire lifestyle where he had his own jet, a chopper could take him here and there, and he could buy anything on a whim.
I couldn’t really blame him if he still wanted to sleep longer. It was a grueling sixteen-hour flight. We didn’t sleep much because it was a working flight even in his private jet. The bed was far too comfy, considering it was fall, and the weather was chilly. I would love to stay in bed but I have to remind myself tha
