Billionaire's Accidental Wife
As if he needed baby-fucking-sitting.
"When?" John asked. He thrust his chin out to one of the girls, ordering the Asian one, without words, to give up his seat. Once he sat down, he drew out a bud, lit it, took a couple of puffs, and began passing it around. "Are you not enjoying your day, boss?"
"No. I'm not enjoyin’ my fuckin’ day," he snapped, "not until Elizabeth returns."
"Boss, want me to trace her phone?" John asked.
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