The Billionaire's Baby Mama
The light dimmed to create a spotlight on us, and the music changed to something more romantic.
Dante took my right hand in his, sliding his other onto my waist, and I placed mine on his shoulder.
And we danced, gliding across the dance floor with grace and elegance. For that moment, it was like I had stepped into a whole new world of fairytales, with dragons and pixies, talking animals, and fairy-god mothers. He was my prince charming, whose kiss could break any evil witch’s curse on me.
“How have you been enjoying your night so far? Is it everything you’ve wanted?” He asked.