decadent-rider
Twenty Thousand Club
He nodded happily and sat up, reaching for his nightstand to pull out an inhaler, shaking his head a little. “Damn woman. Tryna kill me already.” He chuckled after he’d finally managed to catch his breath, winking at her and got up to put his clothes back on. “We are definitely doing this. I got your name on a contract that proves it.” He chuckled.