The Billionaire Bad Boy Secret Baby

turning it down. But when I saw all the zeroes on the big check Samantha said I'd get at the end, I quickly changed my mind. And that was on top

sneer on her face. I'm not going to let her touch me, though. I'm past that time in my life, even if she makes me think of all the mean gir

ing chandelier hanging in the center of the ceiling, and across from the entrance is a long hallway finished in dark woods and antiques my grandmother would drool over. I can nearly see the

ittle worried about what I'd have to work with. I've put together parties for tech guys before, so I'm familiar with their lives. It's either completely lavish with over-the-top crazy gadgets and

ook my breath away and eased my worries. The outside walls were ivy-covered and imposing, with actual turrets reaching into the

arge foyer are two wide, winding stairs. I didn't get to tour the upstairs rooms because Samantha said those were the bedrooms, which wouldn't be part of the festivities-I repressed a snort then, because what kind of extravaganza doesn't end in debauchery and a bit of raunchiness? But then again, this w

y that's probably worth almost as much as the property itself. When I had the original t

mantha's request. After all, this is a masquerade ball, so they'll be u

o earn my keep, so I chose to put in some window accents. I used black and white crepe paper, twisted together like for a birthday party, and stretched the strands across the windows. In t