Take It All Off
Weston Parker
BrixBaxter Publishing
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Introduction
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Epilogue
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I got my big break in an Italian men’s club.
Honestly… you can’t make these things up.
All I’ve wanted was to travel the world and have enough money to do it.
Simple, right? Wrong.
Florence has become a second home to me. I’m in love with the city and everything it has to offer, but it hasn’t really loved me back.
Making enough money to travel isn’t an issue when you don’t even have enough to make rent.
But then I meet a hot billionaire. Yes, in the club, and he offers me a job.
And get this… I can keep my clothes on in this one. What?!
I’d be crazy to refuse him. Even if being attracted to one’s boss can never be a good idea.
We work and play well together, but forever isn’t in the cards.
He’s from Florence and I’m an American. Neither of us are willing to give up our homes.
On top of it all, Italian mothers aren’t like American mommas, and this situation we’ve created isn’t going to be as easy to clear up.
Neither is me having to explain not one, but two little heartbeats that just popped up on the doctor’s monitor.
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Chapter 1
Marco
Downtown Shanghai’s traffic and the general humdrum of several thousand people working just on this street made it almost impossible to hear my phone ringing. I caught the sound at the last second and answered with a grin when I saw who the caller was.
“Our mother thinks you’re dead,” my brother declared, his English more accented than usual because of his attempt to be dramatic. “If you are, we need to talk about my share of the billion-euro inheritance I have heard nothing about.”
“Several billion actually,” I replied without skipping a beat. Glancing up at the impressive glass-fronted office tower beside me, I confirmed that it was my destination and veered off the sidewalk to go inside.
Automatic sliding doors granted me entry to one of the most sought after office spaces in the city. The ice-cold blast of air conditioning in the lobby made me exhale a relieved sigh. It was hot and humid as fuck out there.
No longer at risk of boiling in my finely tailored suit, I turned my attention back to Aldo. “If I am dead, the reason you haven’t heard anything about your inheritance is because you’re not inheriting. I’ve left everything to Mama and a couple of charities of my choice.”
He scoffed. “I’m your twin. I deserve to inherit something for putting up with you for the last thirty-four years. That’s not to mention the eight long months I had to share a womb with you. If you don’t want to think about it as an inheritance, think about it as compensation for my pain and suffering.”
“Your pain and suffering, huh?” I rolled my eyes and jabbed a finger at the button to call the elevator.
The lobby was surprisingly quiet for a building of this size, but on the other hand, there were at least twenty elevator shafts. No one had to wait long to be taken where they had to go.
I liked the efficiency of it all. If the deal I was here for went through, I might just consider keeping these offices despite the exorbitant cost of them.
Aldo’s dulcet laughter sounded in my ears, drawing me out of the thoughts about the details of a deal that wasn’t done yet. “Yes, my pain and suffering for being the brawn to your brains. Also, for covering for you with Mama every time you pull one of these disappearing acts.”
“Going on a business trip is not a disappearing act.” Bright blue numbers lit up the panels above the elevators and I moved toward the one that seemed to be descending the fastest. “Plus, I have my own brawn. I don’t need yours.”
“You’ve always needed mine, brother. Without my muscles, your brain wouldn’t have gotten you anywhere.”
“That makes no sense.” I shook my head before tipping it back to watch the numbers counting down. “We’re identical, which means my muscles are just as good as yours.”
“My time at the gym pays off much better.” He laughed again.
Laughter was Aldo’s thing. He did it easily and often. Always had.
It was one of the things that helped even our mother tell us apart. Physically, we were identical in every way, but once we opened our mouths, it was glaringly obvious which one of us was which.
If he was laughter, I was… well… not.
“Anyway,” he said. “For real now. Where are you? Mama’s feeling like you’ve been gone forever and you know how dramatic she is. She’s acting like you really have died. You should consider sending her a proof of life video.”
“Yes, I know how dramatic she is. At least we know where you got it from.” I raked a hand through my hair and breathed through the flare of exasperation in my gut. “I’ll call her later. For the record, though, I’ve only been gone a week. There are mothers who don’t see their kids for a year and don’t jump to those kinds of extreme conclusions.”
“Ah, but those mothers aren’t Italian and waiting for their
