Pregnant for the Twin Billionaire

illboard. How the hell will my client ask me to meet him at a club? I sigh in frustration. This is a huge contrac

h a seductive smile. "Want some boobs?" She asked staring at her exposed cleavage and rubbing her nipples from the outside. She nauseated me. Everything about this club does. I wanted to shove her off my f

and a massage from two strippers. "Oh, that's good baby," he says with heightened pleasure. The bouncer makes a little cough to announce his presence as my client shoots cum into the slut's mouth before closing his trouser. A fa

...?" "Ohh, it is just Daniels. Let us drop the formalities." He says with that grin again. "Okay. Let's get down to business Daniels." "No, no, no. Not so fast. You barely got here. Relax and enjoy yourself. Get a girl or something. You are at a club, man." He says w

ipe out from his face completely. Little wonder the bastard chose a club for a meeting. "Then we have no deal," I reply. "180 USD and last," he says with a wicked smile. I felt sick in my stomach and needed to get out of there. "We are not bargaining this, Mr. Daniels," I say standing up. "200 USD it is then. Relax, I was just messing with you. Do you know what humor is at all?" He asks, shaking his head in laughter. I sit back, furious about this whole deal. "Why don't we make a toast to our contract?" He asks, pouring me a drink into a spare glass. I sigh and pick up the drink. I sniff it suspiciously to make sure it is not alcohol before I take a sip, dropping the glass down. "Now that was not so bad, was it?" He chuckled. "I will be sending in the upfront soon. Drop your number with my PA." He says, in an attempt to leave. "One more thing," I say, looking up to him. He cast an irritated gl