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Author: Imma's Ink
last update Last Updated: 2025-11-21 11:30:44

The room doors slammed open and a little cute boy in a green t-shirt and loose black pants walked in, seeing as a young woman was in his father's arms. But the fact that he wasn't surprised meant that he wasn't new to seeing Eric with women on a bed. He thought of her as one of his father's ‘women’. He was slightly chubby and adorable, and had eyes like Eric's. There was zero doubts he was Eric's seed, but who's his mother?

“Boss” Eric smiled as Wade strolled to him. He stood and moved to the chair that was next to the bed and carried his son on his lap. He sat, eyes on Diana. “Boss?” Eric called again

“Ты исчез, папа (You disappeared, daddy)” the boy spoke in Russian, a language he grew up with, using it frequently with his father along with English. Wade, as a baby lived with his grandaunt in Russia, but after her demise the past year, he moved back with his dad.

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Diana, on the other hand, just sat there in silence. She did admire the boy's face. He was a little Mr. Handsome, just
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