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

current predicament. He 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.

a thing. However, at the one-hour

as he was about to, he caught sight of Robbie being wide awake,

was a gaze of

was being watched. He was deeply focused on maintaining his balance. He was doing well and

Poof.

his eyes and

God! Please have mercy on me!

even mind that they use my arms and legs as

to drool and

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

on the side of Jamie’s bed, and flapped

over and started to sob again. She let

Zachary asked gently, fearing that he had made

has a temper,” Robbie said,

and pried Jamie