“You’re surrounded by luxury and peace, with an unlimited bank account at your disposal, and have a man willing lick any and all parts of your body at your discretion. A lot of people would kill to be ‘fucked over’ this way.” I rolled my eyes. Again. “Is this the billionaire’s wife version of ‘there’s a kid in the world starving somewhere while you complain about the meatloaf’?” He grinned and nodded. “Yes, Mrs. Sterling. It is. Now, I ask you again, before I go downstairs to prepare something for myself, are you hungry?”
