Michael POV
“You’re in the news, baby girl.” I told Olivia as we eat lunch. All showered and prepped up, she’s now wearing the clothes Ken had dropped off before he goes back home.
I ordered food to be brought up to our suite, as I want to celebrate my first moments with Olivia in peace.
“Was it because I wore red to the gala, when the dress code is all black?” She raised a brow at me.
I just shrugged my shoulders at her. “I thought of red, because it is my birthday. And I felt like unwrapping my gift. But you had your own plan, which was way much better. I love the lap dance, baby girl.”
“Glad to know.” Her cheeks flushed pink.
“It’s still my birthday, can I ask for another lap dance later?” I smirked at her.
“Ha! You’re pushing it too much, Mr. Compton.” She rolled her eyes.
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