The Secret Love of La'Dementia Bezos

Hotel Room

I sat on the bed of my hotel room in Aberdeen. Jeffrey Bezos, cloaked only in thin white luxury sheets, lay besides me. I stroked my fingers across his egg-reminiscent egg and pondered what we had seen earlier. Who was this Boris Johnson? And...... why was he so gorgeous?

"Effervescent Jeffrey, shall we tour the city of Aberdeen? We are on our honeymoon after all," I whispered gently. Jeff lifted his sizable head and glanced up at me with love.

"Bb why don't you stay with me? We can go to breakfast in our private limo in the morning," he said comfortingly.

His words filled me with rich warmth. A light moan escaped my lips as I imagined sitting in the luxurious leather of a deluxe car, but in my vision, it wasn't Jeffrey sitting next to me. It was Boris.

"Okay we should go to sleep then," I said.

Jeff nodded.

"Goodnight, my most loving Jeffrey," I murmured with my sexy vampiric accent. He placed his head on the hotel pillow, not dissimilar from an egg being shoved into an albino hen.

I collapsed onto the bed next to him and turned to face my new husband. I was La'Dementia Bezos, second wife of Jeffrey Bezos... I needed to be happy!! I thought as my scarlet orb eyes blinked shut and I drifted to sleep.