Mistaking a Magnate for a Male Escort

Robbie remained in the room, his eyes never leaving the computer. He was waiting for the resident of the villa to appear in order to get a good look at her face. After a long while, however, she was nowhere to be seen. In addition, the villa’s windows had all been shut.

The only sights the mechanical dove was privy to were the villa’s stone walls.

Robbie felt his stomach growl. He picked up the hot cross bunny on the table and ate it, washing it down with milk. Then he continued watching the screen intently.

Before he knew it, it was noon, and Mrs. Rawlston was rapping on the door, calling, “Mr. Robinson, time for lunch.”

Robbie’s eyes were sore, and he was starving. However, he wasn’t about to squander this opportunity. He yelled through the door, “Mrs. Rawlston, can you bring the food up here? I’ll eat in the room.”

Mrs. Rawlston exchanged looks with Henry, who was standing behind her.

Mrs. Rawlston replied agreeably, “Alright, I’ll

glared at the screen. They can’t possibly stay in

reappeared with lunch. Upon entering the room, she saw Robbie planted in front of the computer. “Mr. Robinson, you’ll hurt your eyes if you keep staring at the computer screen. Come and have lunch first,” she

seat to face her. “Can

believed that

Mrs. Rawlston.” Robbie reached for

Don’t rush through your food,” Mrs. Rawlston said

Robbie nodded absently. “I’ll call for you when I’m

said and exited the

villa. In spite of that, Robbie was unfazed. He was firm in his conviction that whoever

day came and went without much fanfare. When at last night fell, Robbie sprawled onto the table in weariness and

awake. He rubbed his

the villa opened. Eight female bodyguards lined up before the door bearing black umbrellas.

a black suit marched out of the

he had seen that morning had looked just Mommy’s. His desire to get another glimpse of her had superseded both exhaustion and

day Robbie had spent waiting had been an

had finally appeared right before his eyes, Robbie refused to blink for