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 stuck on

his current predicament. He prided himself on his ability to solve problems. However, that

minute passed. Five more. Ten

at the one-hour mark, his leg began

come in and assist, but as he was about

gaze of admiration from

his balance. He was doing well and nearly forgot about the cramp in

Poof.

shut his eyes and held

mercy on me! What

mind that they use my arms and legs

to drool and to

couldn’t bear it any longer. “Jamie must have had baked potatoes yesterday.” He fanned the air

on the side of Jamie’s

let

Zachary asked gently, fearing that

She has a temper,” Robbie said, poking Amelia

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