A Mess

Milo had been with me for the whole of Milan Fashion week. He didn't come for some of the shows because he had been busy. But if he could help it, he attended with me.

Afterwards, he would take me out on a date in an expensive restaurant or for a boat ride with fast food ready for us to eat. Every date he took me out on was better than the last. It felt like he was trying to impress me.

Even when I could tell he was busy, he always had time for me. He made sure he had dinner with me every night, took me back to the hotel penthouse, and left when I has showered and gotten in bed.

In the days when he didn't leave at night, he fell asleep and held me all night while I slept or fucked me into the daylights. Our trip to Milan felt more like a honeymoon than anything else.

"Where are we going today?" Boris asked.