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.

replied agreeably, “Alright, I’ll get it ready

the screen. They can’t possibly

planted in front of the computer. “Mr. Robinson, you’ll hurt your eyes if you keep staring at the computer screen. Come and

Robbie swiveled in his seat to face her. “Can you bring it over here for me,

onto the table. She believed that

for his food and began

food,” Mrs. Rawlston said tenderly. “Try the juice

absently. “I’ll call for you when I’m done with the

said and

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

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

awake. He rubbed his eyes and squinted at

villa opened. Eight female bodyguards lined up before

wearing a black suit marched

nearly bore through the computer screen with his gaze. The figure he had seen that morning had looked just Mommy’s. His desire to get

entire day Robbie had spent waiting had

right before his eyes, Robbie refused to blink for fear