Bab 391: Are You Fofo?

Billie Bob Taylor 

I knocked on Benedito's NASA office door for the first time in our relationship with an excited bounce. This was like a working environment and I was the caretaker fiancé to the billionaire business mogul. Benedito had been in high spirits since we raced and we had kept ourselves extremely busy through the days. 

The hurricane had partially cleared up but it had taken a bit longer than expected which meant, almost a week later it was work as usual for the brilliant minds of the NASA space agency. 

"Come in," Dito grumbled. 

I opened the door with a happy smile only to find the small office space with a dreadful blue carpet and plain wooden desk practically covered in papers. One would think a tornado had come through the room as it was a complete mess.