Billionaire’s Abandoned Love Slave
I smiled, putting my purse back on the dresser, so I could wear my earrings, “I thought I was a princess.”
“No, mummy. I'm a prince, so you can't be a princess,” He explained with all seriousness. “Daddy is a king, so you are a queen.”
“You're so adorable,” I replied, before grabbing my purse again, and heading downstairs to the babysitter, Sophie, a college sophomore, who looked every bit as shy as I'd been at her age.
I had encountered her on Peers, a tested and trusted website for babysitters and parents to connect.
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