I was a billionare and I had a big mansion, I had maids and guards but first of all I had one private chef, you. You made me everything I wanted and it was delicous all the time. You got paid well and this went on for a long time.

One day you were making me breakfast and I went down in only a towel wrapped around my waist because I showered before. You could see my body and I noticed you glancing at me while cooking. I went closer to you.

What’s for breakfast? he asked and smirked.