The Billionaire's Baby Mama
He knew what he was saying, and he was bold and sure about it.
“This can’t be happening. This can’t be fricken happening.” I mumbled to myself, breaking free from his hold—or rather, he let me go because I was looking confused as heck—and I stumbled away from him, creating a distance between us so I could think.
“You’re joking, right? This is a really expensive prank, you know, Dante.” I forced a dry, high-pitched laugh and shook my head.
That could be the only explanation for why he said that. It had to be a cruel joke, but I knew he would never say something like that.