The Billionaire's Pawn
“Well, damn. I’m happy for you, brother. I will disown you if my wife and I won’t be your principal sponsors.”
I joined them, laughing. “I’m thrilled, brother, but we might get married in the City Hall or before the judge.”
“Why? Is she pregnant?”
“God, no. We haven’t—you know.”
“Wait. What I’m missing here?”
“We’re arranged.”
“Holy fuck,” he reacted.
“Shit.” That one came from Princess Carlott.
“Language, sweetheart,” Rome chided his wife, only to laugh at him. “How? Are you okay with all of this? I mean, she’s beautiful. Storm even said, London’s hot.”
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