Nanny and the Alpha Daddy(His Nanny Mate)
I asked, swallowing the lump in my throat.
Michael scoffed. “I know you’re pregnant with my son’s child,” he said, lowering his voice. The way that the smile stayed plastered on his face, as though we were just having a casual conversation, made me sick. If I reacted, not only would it make a scene in front of so many people — many of whom were looking at us, wondering why Michael Morgan was dancing with a human — but it would also appear as though I was acting erratically if he appeared so calm and cordial. No one could see the way that his fingers dug into my skin.
It was now, for the first time in the past couple of days, that Mina suddenly began to appear. I quickly pushed her down, know