Last Chance for Mr Billionaire

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in short, and my

lp, bending me sideways. A shoe hits me a

movements- a snap, punch, and wail sound beh

hand," he hisses, his bo

four more guards surround us.

Quintin

a shallow breath, moving ba

s right now?" H

Do as I say Desirée" he urges, t

standing my ground b

reak free and he immediately scoops me into the

ore I can react and t

cross his face and pounding his chest with

at me a

with my secur

mers uncontrollably. I look at the

danger," he says firmly, handing me my

r my force," hi

pdating me on where we are heade

ress, but my nerv

Buckhead. More security, less

e, you need

want to

reatening to fall as I grip the edges of

ed like a criminal and bundled into ve

o my palm, "I di

y" Quintin says i

lize I said

hurt you. You aren't alone,

t's almost comforting to hear

but the weight on

you," he begins. Linking his fi

coaching transformed her l

atching

off. You go your separate ways, and the

s after" I

t you?" he asks, b

siness, and that

gether, silence se

questioning

im eventually, we h

her baby shower." I dra

ing and wishing her well, prayin

eased saw it, and

ould tell him. W

his eyebro

, dreading every word before

look," I

to have you as its mum. I pray for a safe delivery, a

ure, do better. This is appalling, it's no one's fault for h

," he whisper

tly. I was beyond

I had said w

I said. It is a prayer and good wish, definitely not

, listening to me a

s, I show him th

ere accusing me of shaming sick kids and

ending, it's that simple. "Praying" doesn't

r with a sick child and that's what you

point keeping up this conversation. We're on diff

condescending. We all make mistakes, you've bee

ds a bea

hurt, nobody

t an innocent mum in tears.

nd other mums out there. S

me," Quintin s

is i

not." I give h

ording of the whole exchange

cks as I gri

it's my

hing wrong,"

the public. They're de

ould blow over. And it did..

uffocated by

reath, drumming his

are throwing you in the

" I mutter, taki

ects, running a hand thro

reath to ease my

e telling

Hating in my comments, attending my events, c

o my palm in habit

tell her off, I was ready

endance with her child. Talking loud, out of point, agg

crowd was forming. Oth

d her,"

fool of yourself!

her to a corner, my

re spiraling, and if this continues, something bad mi

at her w

family, and leave me

meeting Quintin's. I

rooding, fists tight. As if trying to

s it. The moment I

My eyes lock on t

ens. This- this

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