20 - I Want to Know You
James
“If you keep sighing like that, you’ll get wrinkles early,” Mia commented.
I glanced at Mia, who shouldn’t look adorable in a messy bun and a baggy band tee shirt. I hadn’t thought twice about buying any toys or lingerie she wanted at the s*x shop and kept my glare fixated on Nate’s dark hair when he had scanned all her items, humming a tune. Mia had been a little upset about me paying everything for her, but I was her caregiver for a few days. I would buy her a yacht if she asked me to, and I wouldn’t blink an eye.
Maybe it is time to go talk to my therapist again, because I was sure that my behavior wasn’t normal when it came to a certain doe-eyed minx.
“Do I look like someone who cares about wrinkles, Princess?” I muttered, looking back at the bluep
