Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Zachary tore off a generously large sheet and wiped his arm, as well as the drenched cheeks and lips of Ellie, who was still fast asleep.

He tossed the soaked wad over into the bin not far away, landing perfectly with one try.

After all was said and done, he exhaled in relief again. It was hard work to care for a child.

How did Charlotte do it all those years?

One is bad enough, but three…Thud. Something fell over.

Zachary turned and caught sight of Jamie’s gun on the floor by his bed. He jumped in his sleep and rolled off the bed.

Zachary shot out his leg to intercept Jamie. He fell onto it and clung on like a koala bear.

Currently, Zachary’s left arm and right leg were occupied by one child each. He was forced to remain frozen, limbs stretched out in opposite directions, like a grotesque performer of sorts.

Zachary attempted to retract his leg, but at the slightest hint of movement, Jamie clung on harder.

He did the same with his arm. Ellie held on as well.

Both are

his current predicament. He prided himself on his ability to solve problems. However, that day was the first time he’d doubted himself. They’re just children, how hard could it

passed. Five more. Ten minutes.

However, at the

he was about

a gaze of admiration from

aware that he was being watched. He was deeply focused on maintaining his balance. He was doing well

Poof.

his eyes and held

on me! What

that they use my arms

drool and

stinky! It’s stinky!” Robbie couldn’t bear it any longer. “Jamie must have had baked

the parrot on the side of Jamie’s bed, and

started to sob again. She let go of Zachary’s arm and rubbed

asked gently, fearing that

her. She has a temper,”

Jamie away from him. “Mr. Nacht, are you alright?”