Billionaire's Vegas Triplet Babies · A Billionaire's Baby Romance

**The way those legs moved... Those exotic womanly curves… She was an enigma I had to unravel.**

I wasn’t there for the thrill of it.

Not really.

It was just something to do.

But then she picked me out of the crowd.

The sultry burlesque dancer.

Savannah.

Jesus, my c*ck ached as she danced over me.

Bending.

Contorting.

I needed her like fire needs oxygen.

I had Savannah that night.

And several nights after that.

There was no end to the lust she stirred in me...

Then it all went to sh*t.

Now, Savannah’s pregnant.

With my babies.

Triplets.

This wasn’t the deal.

I know who I am—

A fucking widow who gave up on emotional bullshit long ago.

But I can’t walk away from this.

I can’t abandon the mother of my children.

I know Savannah doesn’t trust me.

And hell, I don’t blame her.

However, she needs to understand that she’s mine.

Her and our unborn kids.

**And no one is going to f@*k that up.**