[Lovebite]

Robbie rode in his limousine to the next stop, another gang leader's penthouse, he enjoyed the life of a spoiled escort. He was always given gifts of houses and money, and clothes... Oh God, the clothes were amazing. Silk and satin, it felt so wonderful on the stretched skin of his belly, especially after a long soak in the bath with oils rubbed into his skin by his personal masseuse . He was falling asleep just thinking of it,"Rub my feet will you?"He opened up one eye to look at his bodyguard, lifting a leg for him to grab and pamper,"I wonder what Francis wants with me so early in the damned morning."He sighed, running a manicured hand over his round middle, the triplets were quiet around this time and he was relieved by that at least as he took a sip of his juice out of a wine glass. Liking the feeling, even though he had stopped drinking once he found out he was actually pregnant, though with whose children, he had no clue. Too many nights of debauchery made that impossible to distinguish, the children could might as well be his bodyguards thought he was never sure,"Maybe he wants to have brunch... I adore his cook, he makes the best omelets, even though he can't speak a lick of english."