Summer is a young mother trying to grasp her new reality. Witch is keeping a low profile with her beautiful bubbly daughter Autumn who's full of character for a four-year-old.
Kazimir isn't your normal French billionaire CEO. He's a man who knows h...
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I gently rub my eyes as I sit up on the massive bed, I stared at the wall. I always woke up staring at the wall I couldn't explain it.
I take a deep breath when stretching, I quickly groan when I feel the soreness between my legs. He was so gorgeous that was for sure.
Even sleeping he looked beautiful. I'm sure that is what every other woman who has been in this bed said. I mostly gagged at the thought of other women and him.
"Thanks for calling me beautiful," he spoke softly in a sleepy tone. My eyes widened did this man read minds?
"No I don't read minds," he states stretching, my heart beat fast when we lock eyes. What the fuck he is reading my mind.
"Summer," he called out pulling me out of my thoughts. "I don't read mind, you just don't have the best poker face," he said pointing his index finger at my face.
"Yeah I do," I argued back crossing my hands over my chest as I displayed the best mean poker face I can.
"Stop you look constipated," he dismissed me. "Really,?" I asked bummed out I only can take his word for it because he doesn't know how to sugarcoat anything.
"It's okay I'll teach you," he said with a relaxed tone. "Relax your face, and hold eye contact. Now ask me anything." He said eyeing me up and down.
I quickly pull the expensive white duvet over my exposed chest, and without even thinking he tugs it back down.
"Did you enjoy last night," my voice was shaky as fear took over? He better have or I'll lose my mind.
"No,"
"No?" I questioned repeating his answer he was serious his face lacked anything of an expression. Maybe he was joking?
No, he was serious his eyes study me looking deeper as if he was trying to see my flaws. Feeling insecure I'm right on the duvet tight.
"I'm joking with you Summer," I playfully throw the pillow at him in anger. "Don't play like that Kaz, you seemed serious," I said looking away.
His large hands cover mine as he hit my body on top of him. "Well then let me make it up to you," he said placing gentle kisses on my neck.
"Ka-" My words are cut short when I gasped softly when I suddenly felt his long, wet tongue flicking against my right nipple.
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"So you want to tell me how you found out where I was?" I asked looking up. He hovered over me as he sat on a stool and wash me in the bathtub.
I went back to sleep after two more rounds only to wake up and found out it was five in the afternoon. "Summer, know everything about you," he said scrubbing my back.
"Like everything?" I asked uncertainly about how much he knows about me. "I'm not perfect I did something I can't forgive myself for," my tone displayed the emotion I was feeling.
