One reckless night. One unexpected baby. Two men who might be the father.Darcy never saw it coming..literally. A cryptic pregnancy leaves her blindsided when she wakes up in a hospital bed with a newborn in her arms. But the real shock? Her daughter's father could be one of two men. Cassian Dempsey; the cocky, troublemaking bad boy from the wrong side of town. Elias Mercer; the ruthless, untouchable golden boy with a fortune to his name. Both are her brother's best friends. Both were never supposed to touch her. And when they find out the truth, neither is willing to let go. But the biggest scandal of all? The DNA test comes back with an impossible result... They're both the father. Now, caught between secrets, temptation, and two men who refuse to back down, Darcy is in deeper than she ever imagined. Because some betrayals can't be undone. And some men won't take no for an answer.
View MoreCASSIAN The bass pounded through the floor, rattling the walls like the whole damn house was alive. The air was thick with the nauseous combination of booze, sweat, perfume. The kind of mix that clung to your skin and let you know you were definitely making bad decisions. People were everywhere, packed together like sardines. A mess of tangled limbs, wet overly revealing swimsuits, and alcohol induced grins. Someone suddenly cannonballed into the pool, sending water splashing onto half-drunk girls screaming about their hair. A couple was making out and writhing against one another on a deck chair like they weren’t surrounded by fifty other people. Perhaps because they were being egged on by that same people. But it was not that kind of party though. God, I hoped not. I’ve got a fucking History test to worry about tomorrow. I leaned back against the railing, a half-empty beer dangling from my fingers, watching the chaos unfold with mild amusement. Parties like this were a good fuck
LEVI Everything after “She’s in active labor” had been a blur. One second, I was standing there, trying to process the words. The next, Darcy was being wheeled away, her face pale, her body limp, tubes and wires attached to her like she was some kind of science experiment. And then the baby—her baby—was suddenly here. A nurse had barely managed to give me a glimpse before she was whisked away, too small, too still, her skin too pale. Someone was shouting orders, something about oxygen, something about monitoring vitals. I followed them. Didn’t think—just moved. Down the hall, through the double doors, into the NICU. I wasn’t supposed to be in there yet, but I didn’t care. Because that was Darcy’s kid. My sister’s kid. And until she woke up, I was all she had. The nurses were already working when I caught up. Tubes, wires, the rhythmic beeping of machines filled the air as they moved around her. The baby was barely bigger than my damn hand, her tiny chest rising
I stared at her, my pulse still unsteady from everything that had just happened. "We need to talk." The words hung in the air between us, thick and pressing. My mother sat on the edge of my hospital bed, her hands still gripping mine, but I could feel the shift. The hesitation. The weight of something she wasn't saying yet. I didn't respond right away. Because I knew what this was about. Not the baby—at least, not just the baby. It was about the father. My stomach twisted, and I looked away, focusing on the dull hum of the hospital monitors instead. My throat was dry, my body still weak, but I managed to croak out, "I'm too tired for this right now, Mom." She didn't let go of my hands. "I know, baby," she murmured. "But we can't avoid this forever." I exhaled sharply, pressing my head back against the pillow. I really didn't want to have this conversation. Not now. Not when I still hadn't even fully processed the fact that I had a baby in the first place. "I just
Heat. Fingers digging into my flesh. A breathless gasp, swallowed by lips that shouldn't have been on mine. The air was thick..humid, electric, charged with something dangerous. My back hit the mattress, a strong hand gripping my waist, dragging me closer. The taste of whiskey burned my tongue. The scent of sweat and cologne clouded my senses. And then..blonde. Golden strands tickled my skin, lips brushing my collarbone. A deep, low groan vibrated against my throat. Hands, rough and impatient, slid up my bare thighs, spreading me open. Then..raven black. A different touch now. Firmer, more controlled. Fingers tangled in my hair, tilting my head back. Lips against my ear, dark and demanding. A voice, deep and husky, sending a shiver straight through me. "Are you sure about this?" No hesitation. No second thoughts. "Yes." It was reckless. Messy. Too much. And not enough. A hand fisted the sheets beside my head. A sharp inhale. A whispered curse. Bodies tang
A sharp, piercing pang in my lower abdomen jolted me awake from a restless sleep. It wasn't normal pain. It wasn't even close. My lower back and pelvis burned in an agony so excruciating I thought my bones were shattering from the inside. My abdomen twisted violently, the sensation so foreign it stole the air from my lungs. Then came the wetness. In my half-conscious state, I assumed I had peed myself. But something was off—wrong. This wasn't urine. It was too warm, too fast, too much. And it wasn't coming from where I expected. A clear, gushing fluid soaked my sheets, pooling beneath me. Terror seized my chest. What the hell was happening to me? "Levi!" My voice barely escaped as a whisper, hoarse and weak, but the pain made it impossible to move, let alone think. "Leviii!" My second cry was desperate, strangled. I was drowning in agony. My body trembled violently, tears streaming down my face. My sobs and gasping breaths filled the empty room, swallowed only by t
A sharp, piercing pang in my lower abdomen jolted me awake from a restless sleep. It wasn't normal pain. It wasn't even close. My lower back and pelvis burned in an agony so excruciating I thought my bones were shattering from the inside. My abdomen twisted violently, the sensation so foreign it stole the air from my lungs. Then came the wetness. In my half-conscious state, I assumed I had peed myself. But something was off—wrong. This wasn't urine. It was too warm, too fast, too much. And it wasn't coming from where I expected. A clear, gushing fluid soaked my sheets, pooling beneath me. Terror seized my chest. What the hell was happening to me? "Levi!" My voice barely escaped as a whisper, hoarse and weak, but the pain made it impossible to move, let alone think. "Leviii!" My second cry was desperate, strangled. I was drowning in agony. My body trembled violently, tears streaming down my face. My sobs and gasping breaths filled the empty room, swallowed only by t...
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