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She's My Sleeping Pill

15 years ago, his elder brother was killed right in front of him in the middle of the night – killed by their most trusted driver. Since then, Stefan had a hard time sleeping and often got nightmares. He learned not to trust anyone. Cayenne worked almost all day and all night. She only got three hours of sleep every day. She was the breadwinner of their family since her mother was diagnosed with tuberculosis. She thought she would have a great time working as a receptionist in a hotel. Until… “I’ll pay you an additional $3000 a month. Sleep with me.” Stefan placed a signed check on the table in front of her. Her head was spinning at the large sum of money. She can finally buy her mother’s medication and send her brothers to school without worry. But to sleep with him? “I’m sorry if I come off rude but, I can’t sleep with you sir.” She tried to refuse politely, afraid that she will lose her job if he felt displease towards her. Stefan took off his coat and placed on the backrest of his chair. “Think about my offer carefully. It wasn’t so bad sleeping with you after all.” It was a mistake she made on her part when she fell asleep right beside him on his bed, drunk and dizzy. Will he make the mistake of trusting someone again? Will he entrust his life to her by sleeping soundly beside her? How will they face each other when they started to unveil the mystery of their identities? ***cover isn’t mine***edited by a friend***I don’t earn anything from this picture*** Original cover was taken from Mr Love: Queen's Choice Related videos and pictures can be seen in Koi to Producer: EVOL×LOVE

_frieyaVida · Urbano
Classificações insuficientes
953 Chs
#ROMANCE
#COMEDY
#SLICEOFLIFE
#BETRAYAL
#FIRSTLOVE

TRIP TO LONDON III

"Good morning, sir." The helper greeted Thomas when she saw him come into the kitchen. "Miss Monet and her guests are currently in the patio." 

"Oh. I'll go there later. I'll just get a cup of coffee." He stated and went to the cupboard where his usual mug could be found. He visited this place several times a year, whenever Monet was around to the point that he got his favorite cups here. Pouring his cup with black coffee, Thomas looked outside where the helpers hang their laundry. Something had caught his eyes but he wasn't sure if he was right. "Isn't that the bedsheet in the room I used last night?" 

"You got drunk and puked last night. Miss Monet told us to wash it immediately." 

"Sorry for causing you trouble." 

"Not at all, sir."