Billionaire's Baby Project

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ly and stockholders, and she isn't either one — at

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'll excuse me, I have some o

e grabs my arm, latching on

as she presses her breast against my elbow. "You know, CEO to CEO. I could even give you some tips. I could get us r

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, I'm afraid I'm going to be very busy

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nger than I am, but I swear he sometimes acts like a te

to each one — usually sleeps with them in the process — and then when he has the answer, he sets them aside and moves on. I mea

his fault. Women throw themselves at him. My hope is that one day there will be a woman who won't, someon

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g bro. I'm not interested in

ver handed him any of my stuff except for my Mo

tent about you settling

I had a wedding ring on first. I'm glad that wasn't the case. Still, he made it very clear that he wants an heir to Colby Holdings as soon

ings in my life were already decided for me when I was born. My hobbies. My schools. My career. Looking back, I'm the one with the ha

o keen on a pretty face, a tiny waist or an impeccable resume, either, though those seem to be Dad's criteria. I just

. Too much to ask? Maybe. But that doesn't mean I should pick just anyone to be my w