The Billionaire's Baby Mama
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“Look, yesterday you were a pleb; today, you are the baby mama of a billionaire. Your children are now the sons of a billionaire. So no, it is not too much. It would ruin my image if you are still dressing like church rats.”
The term ‘Baby Mama’ made me very uncomfortable, but I hid my discomfort and simply nodded.
“Do you have any more concerns?” Dante asked, looking down at me and I felt so small.
‘Just ask, Olly. He isn’t going to kill you for asking.'
“I want to go home.” I blurted.
His eyebrows corked up, and I wanted to slap myself for how weird that sounded.
“I mean, there are some important stuff I wanted to get from my house, so I was wondering when I could go get them.” I added q