Mercedes Sanchez ,heiress of the Sanchez empire, is a girl who's always done everything with to please her father including taking over the family dynasty.
Fallon G!P
"It's rude to stare," I said opening my eyes. Fallon jumped.
"Fucking hell, stupid idiot," Fallon said smacking my arm.
"Morning, I love you too," I said standing up.
"Where are you going?" Fallon asked grabbing my waist.
"To go wake Seb up and start breakfast," I said.
"10 more minutes," Fallon said.
"You enjoy the 10 minutes and I'll have a coffee waiting for you downstairs," I said kissing her. I walked to Seb's room. "Seb?"
"I'm in the bathroom," Seb yelled.
"Everything alright in there?" I asked.
"Yeah, I'm in the shower," Seb said.
"Okay, what do you want for breakfast?" I asked.
"Pancakes, eggs, and bacon please," Seb said.
"I'll call you when it's ready," I said. I walked downstairs and began making breakfast and poured coffees. Fallon walked downstairs and wrapped her arms around me kissing my neck.
"What's your plans today?" Fallon asked.
"Meeting, lots of meetings," I said. "What about you?" I asked.
"I have a phone call with Jonah to discuss the final details of the CA sale," Fallon said. "Don't forget we have Steven and Sam's baby shower," Fallon said.
"I haven't forgotten," I said. Fallon sat down on one of the barstools.
"What's for breakfast?" Fallon asked.
"Uh, Seb's having pancakes, eggs, and bacon. I'm gonna make french toast breakfast dogs. So you can have whatever you want," I said.
"What on earth is a french toast breakfast dog?" Fallon asked.
"A hot dog roll coated in eggs and heavy cream fried with bacon, potatoes, sausage, eggs," I said.
"I'll just have what Seb's having," Fallon said.
"What's the dress code for Sam and Steven's baby shower?" I asked.
"I'm not sure if they even have one," Fallon said. "Just come looking sexy as always but not too sexy. Can't have people staring at what's mine, now can we?" Fallon asked walking over and putting her hands on my waist slipping down to cup my ass. I smirked while turning back to cooking.
"Fried or scrambled egg?" I asked Fallon.
"Scrambled egg please," Fallon said kissing my neck.
"Seb, how do you want your eggs?" I yelled upstairs.
"Scrambled please," Seb yelled. I went back to making breakfast and started putting the pancakes on their plates.
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