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

on his current predicament. He prided himself on his ability to solve problems. However, that day was the first time he’d

minute passed. Five more. Ten minutes. Twenty minutes

thing. However, at the one-hour

in and assist, but as he was about

gaze of admiration from

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

Poof.

shut his eyes and held his

on me! What creature

they use my arms

to drool and to fart

any longer. “Jamie must

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

let go of Zachary’s arm and rubbed her tear-stained

gently, fearing that he had made her

a temper,” Robbie said, poking

Jamie