The Billionaire’s Wrong Pet
His father chimed proudly, “He left home fourteen years ago, refused to take anything I gave him, determined to forge his own path.
Today, I look at him and I’m so proud. I am so proud of you, son. But I am most happy to announce that a member is coming to the Covelli family!”
As Mr. Covelli spoke, soft whispers and murmurs erupted at the table.
“Say something, dear.” Mr. Covelli said, smiling at me.
I glanced at Arlo and found him already staring at me.
I swallowed hard, my heart pounding against my chest.
“Good evening everyone,” I began, “Thank you Mr. Covelli for inviting me to your home and thank you for giving birth to a man as beautiful as Arlo.”
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