Brown hair, doe eyes, long lashes… and a desperate crave for attention.
Chuck Bass had lived with them and loved them.
It made him feel needed, it made him feel useful, it made him feel something.
But the princess to be had lost patience and courted another lord.
Days went by, a dog entered his penthouse, sniffing escort girls panties, still nothing made the boy billionaire feel alive like a needy lover. Nate had told him he found a solution during their stay in California. It would soon arrive in the big apple.
Then, the elevator bell ringed and doors opened.
“ Hello, I’m Morgan Grimes.”