The Billionaire Bad Boy Secret Baby

e to hear it. Well, anything. Even if I'm the only one who hea

s arrive, they comment on the mansion's built-in fixtures, the centerpieces, and the window masks.

heard several comments about the meal. This party is proceeding according to plan, and I'm proud of that. The last time I saw Samantha, even with her constantly

ld on a minute. A tall, masked man's wide chest is level with my eyes. He shades his full face, in contrast to the other vis

firmly in place, but I'm the help, so I shouldn't be dancing. Samantha would be outraged beyond belief if I tried to leave right now since it would create a scene. Inst

erve as the dancing backdrop, a masquerade ball wouldn't be complete, and Mr. Fedrickson was prepared to spend the money. A CD simply doesn

takes my hand in his and brings it to his lips for a soft kiss. I feel compelled to curtsy, but doing so would just make m

his coat and gets up. His eyes look familiar when they co

s his princely appearance, which includes a chiseled face and coal-black hair. Even down to the dimple in his cheek and his strong shoulders,

ble, he reaches out and shakes my hand with his right. While a handshake is official, dancing and a hand kiss are passionate and love

s himself as Pedro Fedr

. So, should I tell the truth or fabricate a story? Since this is my dream... But will