Carrying The Playboys Final Heir

Summary

The news broke online that I was merely one of Damon Maxwell’s thirty-eight mistresses, a counterfeit Mrs. Maxwell.

I was eight months pregnant at the time, busy running damage control for Damon after his latest round of leaked bedroom photos with a twenty-two-year-old model.

Everyone in the Elite East Coast Circle called me the most professional PR Queen, the ultimate fixer. My husband’s scandals would fly, and I would clean up the wreckage without a tremor in my voice or a hitch in my stride.