His Mrs Worldwide

Part 6

i wake up in the mornang in a luxurious expensave lookin bedroon, the bed is huge omg, i wake up in silk shets and im wearang lacy red langerie i dont remember anything from last night except for pitbulls soft wet touch agaist my lips. my head is pounding

pitbull walks sexilly into da rom wearing a towel around his hips

'good mornang dale'

'w-what's going on?

'dale after we made out you passed out on da floor and u hit ur head on the tiles, i took u up to ma room'

that must explain my pounding headache.

'w-w-w-what'

' i prepared a lavash brekfast for u downstairs, don't mind the body guards, their part of the mafia'

i strol down the steps theres fucin 50 of tham i accidently trip and fall down 

"dale dale take it easy"

omg pit you made this bautifaul meal??

pitdaddy has talont for scrambeld eggs he smirks

thats so hauwrt

he smurks at me, the bowdygurds give eachowther a sexiy glance......