A Beautiful Kind of Hope (A Beautiful Kind of Series Book 1)
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I put back the belt in the drawer and close it looking around I wonder who does all this work for him. I’m a well-organized woman but this, I’ll be needing more than a few reminders and sticky notes to remind me what’s supposed to be where.
A small chuckle escapes my mouth. How can I be thinking like that when I have no idea what we are apart from being owned and slung over his shoulder in the middle of a strip club full of people, my almost bare ass up in the air for everyone to see not to mention the guy has never kissed me?
Damn!
I place a finger on my lips and wonder how his lips would feel against mine. Maybe he’s not even a good kisser that’s why he hasn’t kissed me, yet.
Yep! Definitely not a good kisser, I conclude before walking further into his closet and coming across a door. I open it only to find well-arranged pairs of men shoes, from dress shoes to casual but then, for someone who’s as filthy rich as he is, I shouldn’t be shocked or expect less of him. Damn, he can wear all the shoes for one month without wearing a pair twice.
After enough snooping around, I walk out of his walk-in closet and head back to bed, pull the covers so I can try to get some sleep before I end up getting out of the room in search of him. I lay there, thinking about tonight’s turn of events pondering how long I intend to stay mad at him I slowly start drifting, my eyes growing heavy as I close them and fall into another world where it’s me and him.