The Billionaire's Baby Mama
Was he shy?
Did I manage to make Dante Romero, the Ice King of Los Angeles, shy?!
“Liar! You’re actually blushing!” I squealed and poked both sides of his cheeks. “See, there is a red colour here and here. You ARE blushing.”
Dante Romero was fricken blushing, because of me. I needed to be awarded for this. All those times I thought I was hallucinating, I wasn’t. I had actually made him blush.
“È colpa tua per aver un sorriso che rivaleggia con la bellezza del sole.” He mumbled some Italian and plucked my hands from his face, pinning them behind my back.