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.

this is great. 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.

Five more. Ten minutes. Twenty

the one-hour mark, his leg began

to come in and assist, but as he was about to, he caught sight of

was a gaze of admiration from the

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

Poof.

his eyes

God! Please have mercy on

they use my arms and legs

to drool and to

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

Fifi the parrot on the side

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

gently, fearing that he

her. She has a temper,”

and pried Jamie away from him. “Mr.