Filthy Rich: The Billionaire's Baby (A Bad Boy Romance) - Plot & Excerpts
By the time the sun rose on the suckiest day of the week, his top drawer was empty. We spent most of the weekend in bed. Huddled together in the wet sheets—wet from sweat and sex and sex-sweat—for hours on end. Louis slinked away to his office when he thought I’d drifted off, and I used those spare few minutes to gossip with Molly through texts. Louis is so understanding. No pressure or guilt. No baby-talk or puppy-dog eyes to get what he wants. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I reach for my phone and sigh when I notice the time. He’ll be off to work soon, and my shift starts when his day ends. We talked when we weren’t kissing or licking or fucking. He told me about his family: his loveable but not-fit-to-lead half-brother Jack, his gold-digger-marrying father, and his late mother; she was the artist in the family. The best thing about Louis—besides the muscles and the clothes and those blue eyes—is that he really listens.
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