Accidental Twins for the Trillionaire
Martin, professional to the bone, does not ask me any questions, instead, he says, “I will get a file ready within twenty-four hours.”
I hang up and exhale hard.
Why am I doing this?
Because I need to know if she’s playing me because if she’s telling the truth - if everything she said is real and I'm suddenly the father of twins, then I have royally screwed up.
Children… Plural…Twins.
How the hell does that even happen? It was just one night in Vegas, and sure we were reckless, but this is just too much.
I slump down on the couch, the same place she sat crying, and run both hands through my hair.
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