Chapter 52 – Emotional Stress And Angel Food |Members Only| Icy Shots On A Hot Billionaire
“Baby? What are you doing? I have a fucking MasterChef to cook for us.”
My love… There’s indeed nothing you can’t do…
She doesn’t look at me at all. Her hands go so fucking fast on everything. Like a pro.
“Satan? Do you see what I have in my right hand?”
Still not looking at me. She’s serving me a cold attitude, like always. She’s iced again.
“A knife, baby?”
My She Devil…