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.

is great. Both are

that day was the first

Five more. Ten minutes. Twenty

feel a thing. However, at the one-hour mark, his leg began to seize

in and assist, but as he was about to, he

was a gaze of admiration from the

doing well

Poof.

his eyes and held his

God! Please have mercy on me!

don’t even mind that they use my

and to fart on

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

on the side of Jamie’s bed, and flapped its

and started to sob again. She let go

gently, fearing

temper,” Robbie said, poking Amelia

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