Met My Little Sweetheart

I saw this question on Twitter, "Guys, what should I do if my girlfriend asks me to have sex with her three times a day?"

I was amused and commented, "Dear, I have sex with my boyfriend five times a day."

As I clicked to send my comment, my boyfriend Louis Juarez's phone suddenly rang.

He was washing the dishes in the kitchen.

I glanced at his phone and thought it was just a coincidence. I commented again, "You can't even do that? What's the use of having you? You'd better break up with your girlfriend and not ruin her happiness."

I clicked to send it. In the quiet living room, Louis' phone rang again.

I couldn't stay calm anymore.

With doubts in my heart, I tentatively commented, "Dude, only men get tired when having sex."

After I sent this comment, as expected, his phone rang again!

Once could be considered a coincidence, but this has happened three times.

Could it be that Louis had already ...

But he was afraid of embarrassment, so he didn't dare to tell me?

I walked to the kitchen in a complicated mood and saw Louis washing dishes and cooking soup.

I admired his thoughtfulness, and then put my arms around his waist and touched his abdominal muscles under his clothes. "Mr. Juarez, have you done anything behind my back recently?"

Louis paused while wiping the dishes. His bangs covered his eyes, so I couldn't see his expression clearly.

He said lightly, "No."

I clicked my tongue and patted him on the shoulder. "Well, you have to be honest.

Otherwise, I will just slack off all day at work tomorrow, and you will still have to pay me, which will be a huge loss for you."

Louis put down the bowl and looked straight at me. His Adam's apple bobbed. "Leah, you're talking so much because you want to have sex again?"

I widened my eyes and was speechless.

What the hell!

What did you mean by saying that I wanted to have sex again?

"Is this the only thing I care about in your eyes? Louis!

Don't you want to?"

Louis filled a bowl of soup and gave it to me. "Be good and take care of yourself. You are having your period now. I can't have sex with you at this time."

I drank the soup angrily, feeling that the person who asked the question was undoubtedly Louis.

While he was still busy in the kitchen, I clicked on his phone and casually entered a password.

The first time, I entered his date of birth.

The password was wrong.

I scratched my head and entered my date of birth.

The password was still wrong.

Humph, what a jerk!

I racked my brains but couldn't think of a password. It couldn't be his ex-girlfriend's birthday, could it?

"The password is a combination of our two birth dates."

I didn't even notice that Louis was standing right in front of me.

I looked embarrassed.

"Oh my god, why am I so unlucky?"

The first time I checked his phone, I was discovered.

Louis didn't care at all and acted as if he didn't care if I checked his phone.

I clicked on it and joked, "Mr. Juarez, aren't you afraid that I'll leak the company's secrets?"

When he heard this, he suddenly became serious. "Will you?"

I laughed. "Of course not. My sugar daddy can't go bankrupt."

I clicked on Twitter and checked out his Twitter name.

I saw a familiar ID name, Louis.

Then I clicked on the message box and saw three unread comments.

I was nervous. Was he the one asking the question? I would have the answer right away.

I closed my eyes, and he laughed at me. "Look at you. I didn't do anything wrong to you."

I ignored him.

When I opened my eyes, I froze.

It was him!

Looking at his calm look, I smiled and cursed in my heart.