The Billionaire

Part 7 Mia

After literally the best orgasm of my entire life. We chatted for a little bit about how today was such a coincidence and how lucky we were to meet each other. We dozed off a few minutes in and ended up sleeping for two hours. When I woke up Christian was already up, staring at me while smiling. Not in the creepy way of course. He looks at me so affectionately it feels like we've already got married. LMFAO. He's so hot. The way he smirks. His blue eyes. His hair. It all feels so perfect. He's so perfect I almost don't believe this is real.

'Good morning.' Christian says. 'Good afternoon, daddy.' I'm not sure if I should use daddy or not? He chuckles. 'You don't have to call me daddy right now. It's only for when we're having sex. Or, of course, whenever you feel like it.' He winks at me. This is so intimate, it feels like we've been dating for ten years. It's funny how just a few teasing words could work us up so much. 'Oh, right. Christian.' I correct myself, flustered by his stare and comment. 'Could you quit staring and smiling at me now? I'm hungry. I need to make some food.' I say teasingly. He chuckles. 'Of course. But, we could order in if you'd like?' He suggests. 'I have hands Christian. I can use them.' I smile and caress his cheek gently before getting up off the bed. 'You stay here.' I tell him. 'I'll go make us some food.' He smiles lightly. 'Okay.'

I walk out of the bedroom, still naked. I didn't even realize I was naked. No wonder I was so cold. I walked into the guest room and found a bath robe that I could use. I slid it on and walked to the kitchen. Let's see what he has in here. I bet this man hasn't cooked a day in his life. I open his fridge and see a supply of food actually. There's vegetables waiting to be used. Fruits waiting to be chopped up. And some leftover Bolognese spaghetti he probably ate a few days ago. I'll probably heat this up for him and cook something else that we could share. He has some fish in there that I could marinate then cook. Maybe some chicken? I don't eat chicken but I don't know if he's pescatarian too. Well he has chicken in his fridge so he must eat chicken. But what if it's for his maid when she comes over? Never mind. Let me just go as- 'AHHHH!!!!' Christian popped up behind me. Looking as petrified as I am. 'What are you doing here! You're supposed to be in bed!' I practically yell at him. 'I'm sorry. I thought you could use a hand. And I wanted to see you...' Christian says, rubbing one hand on the back of his neck and avoiding eye contact with me. Oh god... He looks so cute and innocent right now I can't get mad at him. I sigh. 'It's fine. I was going to ask you if you eat chicken anyway.'