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 stuck on

prided himself on his ability to solve problems. However, that day was the first time he’d doubted himself. They’re

passed. Five more. Ten minutes. Twenty minutes

not feel a thing. However, at the one-hour mark, his

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

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 about the cramp in his

Poof.

his eyes and held his

mercy on me! What

they use my arms and

to drool and to fart on

Robbie couldn’t bear it any longer. “Jamie must have had baked

the side

She let go of Zachary’s arm

Zachary asked gently, fearing

temper,” Robbie said, poking Amelia

ran over in a panic and pried Jamie away from him. “Mr. Nacht, are you alright?”