My Billionaire Husband Doesn't Want a Baby.

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ffice ready to tell my private investigator to look for the waitress for me, so I could mak

to follow me to my office. An older looking woman dressed in even sluttier cloth

s to catch up with me, watching as she struggled to walk in t

m and squeezed it so hard that I

red at the mother, causing her to let g

oes this look like a circu

"oh silly me. I'm Stel

the step

sking you to join us in

She huddled so far away from me at the back of the elevator

ortable why did you wear the stupid dress?" I barked

good. Means she can be scared

heels. She bent down, giving me a glimpse of her slim waist and round behind. At least I wouldn

the coffee that was already made for me. My lawyer stood

I guess you can make a

sir.

me and be fast about it I don't have all day." I told her,

vingly at how I spoke to her bu

d a second cup in her hands, "who do you think you are too drink my coffee? Does this look like your father's house?" At my comment she stiffe

To avoid any scandal for my company,

in public and you will follow me to events and act as a doting wife for a year. When everything has died down I will divorce you and leave you wit

tten because I didn't want an

ver (I must know where

(you are going to be a sec

(my wife must be perceived

o be bothered about you needing f

life behind close d

(I must be able to reach y

f she finishes the d

d?" I asked her after sh

si

ntrol pills. You also need to do a check up so I can make sure I'm not harboring any std filled whore in my house. Stay out of my roo

ve something

ou will only speak when I address you. Do you get

spe

y fair s-so that you don't ruin it on your end.

thful to maintain our life. Now sign these documents and I wi

and I asked her to sa

e or twice together, so that if we get

one day and in a month's time you get married, p

nd pick you up" I said, drea