Teasing the Billionaire

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an between my thighs skillfully pleasures me. "Oh my God!" I cry out, the sens

euphoria. I groan in frustration. "Is that your phone, honey? Please t

eplies in a deep voice that

t is it?"

voice trailing off. "Time to wake up, my de

the drapes. As I adjust to the light, the familiar disappointment settles in. "U

ly, the man in my dreams bears a striking resemblance to the CEO, Samson Cross. Standing at 6'5" with piercing

ed in work at the cleaning agency and as a stripper at a private club. Amidst the chaos, there's been n

ough me. After a quick rinse in the bathroom, I pad down the hall to Cole's

d satisfaction. He is turning three this year, and I am still surprised at how quickly time has passed since I first cuddled him. He is already inquiring about his biological father. He's incredibly curious and eager to learn, which is understandable given his age. He probably noticed other d

rls cover his face, so I gently push them away, my fingers brushing his soft skin. "

bit longer?" he mumbl

say, ruffling his curls as he reluctantly gets out of bed. "But for be

ly, M

ow hurry up a

morning is hectic with French toast for breakfast and spicy noodles for lunch, yet the routine brings me comfort. While the bread is soaking, I mix the eggs with a bit of milk, some salt, and a d

hon; your meal

he cupboard to fetch his blue cup. I tear open a packet of Cadbury's hot chocolate mix, empty it into a mug, and m

or breakf

ten up so that you ca

ing an apple and some chewy fruit snacks. I close it up and hand it to Cole. He

t door. "Remember to listen to your teachers a

s, running towards the school bu

erful smile brightens every room, and I whisper a silent pr

French toast, my thoughts drifting to Pamela. She looked a little better last week, and

f for work. As I wash up, I silently hope I don't encounter Sam