The Billionaire Bad Boy Secret Baby

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frame, making it impossible to get up. The little girl put me through th

y, and realize it must be Brenda making her getaway. I make a

e who is as smart as she is beautiful, as hard-working as she is thrifty. Someone with sass and flair, but also a gentle side. I can't wait to see her again, and, with that thought, I slowly rise

favorite chair, I

office to send emails to contacts in Asia. And because

han it should in a corporate setting. I barely register it; it's not like I haven't seen breasts before but at the s

esterday," I say. "Can you

the service?" Then she rolls her eyes. "I knew she was

thing was perfect. Just g

eyebrows. She snaps out of it and smiles sweetly like she doesn't care. "Yes, of course

ickson," she says, handing over a slip of paper. On it are two phone numbers

ile. "Thanks, Samanth

mile and pauses, clear

g to punch the numbers into my p

rrs. "Let me know if y

ust left this morning. In general, I never call on the same day I meet a girl because it looks too desperate, and usually I don'

second phone number. It rings once, twice, and then three times. I wai

op and my heart seems

reached

up and sound like a total idiot. I end the call and contemplate dialing Brenda's business line. Maybe she's wor

get a generic voicemail-a bit strange since it's a business line. But then again, it's a small busines

ver been this obsessed with a girl in my life. It's like the tables have turned and I feel like one of the hopeful girls at my parties. How can one female completely rewire my system

ut the smart women irritated me sometimes too. They tended to be pretentious and arrogant about their intelligence and accomplishments, which is such a huge turnoff. Br

Perhaps tomorrow I'll be able to reach her. The prospect of hearing her voice and maybe even setting up