Runaway With Mr. CEO’s Triplets
“Well, my, my... you’ve been busy.”
I felt a flush of heat rise to my face, a mix of embarrassment and frustration bubbling just under the surface. “It’s not—” I started, but he wasn’t finished.
“Triplets,” he said again, almost to himself, as if the word was some foreign concept he needed to say aloud to make sense of. “Damien, I leave for a few years, and you go and outdo yourself. Three at once? You sure don’t do things halfway, do you?” He chuckled deeply, the sound resonating in the small room.
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