ACCIDENTALLY HIS MISTRESS
"She was doing a perfect role before you decided to come back and claim the name of Mrs. Hales. Since you got it, keep it well, or you might even lose that title."
Nicole's face turned red in rage, "Steven Hales!" She screamed.
But I remained unfazed. "Don't bother, I have made up my mind," I said, my attention drifting to the nanny Nicole had hired for the twins.
The woman's makeup was overdone, her uniform indecently short, and I could swear I saw signs of Botox enhancement on her face. "You, come here," I called out to her.
She came over, her movements provocative. "Yes, sir," she purred.
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