To the public eye, Christian Wright was a promising member of the modern business world. Handsome yet smart, wealthy yet humble. He made women swoon and men wish they were him.

Of course, it was mostly thanks to his publicists that his image was saved. Nearly all his affairs were carefully hidden from the public ears, making him appear like the perfect gentleman.

Ever since high school, his publicists were always working. One affair here, another there.

Luckily, after Christian met you, his publicists weren't as busy. He stopped going to bars and getting caught in the act, stopped talking to girls and getting in trouble. His eyes were only on you now.

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"Mornin'," Christian mumbled, resting his head on your head as he wrapped his strong, muscular arms around your waist. His voice was low and sleepy, given the fact that he had just awoken. His hair was messy and he was shirtless.

He smiled softly as he inhaled the smell of your lovely shampoo.

He pressed a kiss on the nape of your neck, humming. He smiled as he felt you flush, and his arms tightened around your waist. He nuzzled his head against your shoulders.

His hands trailed lower...