The Billionaire’s Fragile Bride

of a penthouse. The masculine voice was louder, overshadowing the muffled so

suddenly slipped off her hole, he was about to fill her back when

had been working his ass off at work, and now was the time he had

ant to pi

ss was still raised

t everyone got to have a romp with the mighty Callan Barlowe, she had managed to

e phone and another call came in. He swiped up to pick up the call. "Hey mom," his deep baritone voice

today?" His mother's voice pierced his ears. "He has beautiful daughters that you will like. His f

ing his head. "She d

expecting you by eight, I love you." She end

te was, his eyes bloodshot red with f

attached to the dresser in the room. He shoved out some stacks of cash and handed them over t

Callan lazily drag his feet into the bathroom. H

and she hoped she'd get the chan

om, he slid into that bathtub and had a slow bath, wonde

es and make more money. Getting married was never part of his plan, and he hoped he wo

room. The room was the finest on the third floor of his 5-floor pe

nd a black jacket to fit. He proceeded to the long-length mirror to fi

elentless gyming. He smiled, he was the pe

and dashed out of the room when

ied to lead him down to the first floor, calling out his sched

not reaching his shoulders. Rosa was a woman of average height and body size; she was tall, and slender from the upper body down t

home now." Callan spat ster

have to meet

r came to a halt. Callan kneaded his fingers against his creased forehead, his l

the meetings, she was also glad that she would sleep we

hen he arrived at the parking lot, Callan slid i

enthouse, hitting the busy nig

he seat, reminiscing the things that had been going on in his life

he had to obey whatever his mother wanted him to do. Sh

ff to make them successful, and the result of her hard work was what he inh

ging of his phone. He glanced at the screen

mother would not back off from th