Dimitra
After Malthe left to God knows where in his ridiculously huge house, I finished up preparing his meal for 30 minutes before heading to his bedroom. Upon reaching the room, he wasn't there and from the sound of the water running in the bathroom, he was having a shower. I placed the tray in the middle of the bed and tiptoed to his build-in closet.
The shirts were lined up according to their color, along with his suits and slacks. There were at least a hundred dress shirts which from their labels, screamed money. The price of each shirt was at least twice the amount of stipend I received from my scholarship. As for the suits, well- let's say 3 of them would cover up all my student loans in one go. The bastard had a lot of money that I felt like stealing all of his clothes and sellin
