The CEO's Little Stripteuse
Heaving out another sigh, Abigail placed the phone on her nightstand facing down and carried a passed out Joshua to his crib in Elizabeth’s room.
Yet again, a day had come and ended as the clock struck five on the wall. Her stomach growled as she strolled to the kitchen, where her aunt, Debby, sat with a newspaper.
“Anything interesting today?” Abigail asked, ducking her head in the fridge to grab some leftovers.
“Nah,” Debby mumbled, closing the paper and throwing it against the counter. “Just more rich people stuff and crime.”
“Then again, what’s new?” Abigail paused abruptly as she glanced at the paper. On the front page sat a picture of Theodore--smiling and looking as handsome as ever--
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