The next morning was just like every other except that she had not slept a single wink and Agnes looked as cheerful as death. She rolled out of the bed sheets feeling even more groggy than she had expected that she would she could not believe what Charlie did last night then again it made sense all men were simply trash and it was her fault for thinking that he was a little bit better than others.

She hoped and then walked into the bathroom the timing to put that behind her and then to play some solid boundaries between her and the billionaire she was not his personal slut...