Chapitre 172: Can you handle me?

Tristan stopped staring at the ceiling and looked at his girl, Liliana.

"What do you think?" He asked.

"Let's publish the story," she looked at him. "How about I become your writer? I can do it. It will be another business of yours, we can write children's books too. Just like the story, you said at the bridge."

"I know, I've been thinking about it."

"I'll take care of it, so don't give me a job as a secretary. As a ghostwriter," she placed her hand on his chest. "And I'm sleeping with you tonight." Her smile tickled his heart.

"Did I impress you?" He asked as she continuously rub her hand on his chest.

"Should I end the story you started?" She asked.

"Yes, I'll love to hear you say it to me," he looked back at the ceiling while she pushed herself closer to him.

"I'll just try, I'm not good at this," she said beforehand.