Madam Billionaire: Please, Don't Break My Heart
When she returned, Elena started brushing Caleb’s soft, brown locks tenderly.
“Hey, Auntie Elena. Can you tell me a story?” Caleb asked, looking at her with those puppy eyes of his. They were in his bedroom now, and even though she wanted nothing more than for him to sleep after three days of camping, she couldn’t refuse the kid.
“Of course, honey. Which story do you wanna hear? The one about the princess and the dragon or the one about the knight and the wizard?” She asked, tying Caleb’s hair into a short ponytail.