At The Billionaire's Pleasure Christmas Stocking - Plot & Excerpts
Unknown Moving around the apartment I ran my fingers gently across the top of the satin covered sofa. I wasn't even sure if it was satin but it sure as hell felt that way. Ever since I had moved in with David, I couldn't help but feel a tad bit uncomfortable. I knew how rich he was. And it wasn't as though I had never spent time in his apartment before. But it was 'his' apartment. It wasn't mine. Everything about the place screamed money and class. It made me terrified to even eat in the apartment in case I spilled something. The thought had crossed my mind on more than one occasion that I could eat over the sink if I wanted. But I knew if I did that then David would instantly know that there was something wrong. I didn't want him to worry. But I felt so out of place. I didn't belong in his world. I knew he loved me and that made me the happiest I had ever been in my life. But I didn't fit in with everything else. I wasn't perfectly slender, with the ability to fit into any tiny dress that a designer created.
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