Chapter 35 – Half Iced, Half Warmed |Members Only| Icy Shots On A Hot Billionaire
After I cried for a few good minutes on Satan because of the pain he got me into with his fucking dick, I’ve got a cushion, that the bastard gave me per my orders, and I’m now sitting on the chair on a side of my butt, still sore, trying to fucking eat a ham frittata, a small bagel, my latte and orange juice. Of course, my Pepsi, too. I feel like throwing up because of my state and don’t really want to eat, but I need that for my diabetes and energy. I feel like shit.