IsabellaThe view from Rex's suite is incredible. The expanse of New York City rolls out before us. So much open sky and space.I wrap my sweater around me. Spring in New York is much cooler than spring in Ocotillo Valley. It quickly becomes colder than I'd like.I head inside from the balcony and look at the thin edge of light spilling across the carpet from the bedroom. With a smile, I walk closer to the bedroom door and rest my head against the doorframe.“You’ll be here when I wake up?” Leo’s small voice pipes up from inside.“Of course,” I hear Rex reply, his voice warm like honey, dripping with exhaustion.“And what about the next day?”“If I’m not there, you can call me right away.”There is a pause. “I want you to be there,” Leo says.Another pause. “I want to be there, too, buddy.”“Tell Mama.”Rex chuckles. “You know what, I will.”“Because Mama will want you there too.”“You think so?” Rex asks.I smile to myself. It’s not as simple as all of that. But I’m learning to be ok
Rex knocks back the rest of the champagne and then closes the space between us, pressing his hands to the counter on either side of me. Except it's not a motion of want. At least not yet. Whatever he wants to say is so urgent and so heavy he needs me. Right here. "I want you on tour with me."My eyebrows jump. "What?!""You. Leo. Your mom. I heard she and Mickey hit it off actually," Rex says.I slap him on the arm. "Don't talk about my mother like that!""It was a joke!" he hisses, rubbing the spot my hand thwacked."I can't go on tour with you, Rex. I work."Rex shakes his head. "You don't have to work anymore.""Um, yeah I do."Rex narrows his eyes. "You know who you're talking to, right?""It's not about – I can't be beholden to you for money, Rex, that's just –"He places two fingers to my jaw and I stop talking. "I'd be taking care of you." This thumb settles against my chin. "Because that's what I want to do."My mind races. I don't want to give up my job. At the same time, I w
RexSix months later...I stand outside of Leo's school with my baseball cap pulled low over my forehead and dark sunglasses on. As usual, I try not to stand out.However, since Isabella and I became an item, Ocotillo Valley has gotten used to my visits every six weeks. Not to mention all of the pictures of us circulating the internet from our tour antics this summer."Psst."I look up and see the face of a smiley Asian man. "Hey, Andrew.""What's up man?" he says, holding out his hand.I clap his hand with mine and give him a genial, one-armed hug. "How've you been?""Been good, been good. Isabella didn't tell me you'd be back so soon.""We were trying to keep it a surprise for Leo."Andrew gushes, "Aw, that's sweet."If I can make Leo's life special in any way, I'll do it. I'm making up for lost time, although I guess I always will be. There are worse things than throwing myself into the love I have for my son. I'd definitely like more so I can be someone's dad from the very start,
"That's who I'm named after? Did you know that?"Yes, Leo himself has told me this fact many times. "I did know that. You're very lucky to be named after such a good man." Marisol and Isabella both have fond memories of Aurelio, who passed away in his fifties from a heart attack. He worked himself to death for the good of the family. And I understand why. I would do the same if I wasn't so fortunate. "Listen, you should know this in case you ever... um... love someone. But when you love them so much and you want to marry them –""You're going to marry mama?!""Let me finish, kiddo.""Sorry, sorry."I smile to myself, focusing on the open road, the desert rolling by. "When a man wants to marry a woman, he is supposed to ask her parents for permission. And you know I love your mother very much, so I asked Abuela and she said yes, on one condition.""What is it?""That I ask you too. Because you were the man of the house before I came along."Leo puffs his chest and pouts his lips. "I am
Book 3 Is another standalone novel that also introduces new plot and characters while still maintaining the MY BILLIONAIRE BABY DADDY WANTS ME BACK series.---------He gives me a wonderful night while I give him a secret baby.Homeless loner as always, I encounter a handsome with fabulous wealth. Sparks fly when our eyes meet and we just click.The attraction is so strong that nothing could stop us to zealously explore each other's body, but after which I'm pregnant and he's nowhere to be found.Maybe he never likes me. It's all in my head.It takes several years before our reunion and I magically become his housekeeper.I get to know a bigger picture. He once indeed waited for my call and wanted me. But just when we have a chance to be together again, I gradually lose faith in him.He seems to reconnect with his ex-girlfriend and get tired of me, and coincidentally my suitor who takes great care of my child keeps wooing me.The misbelief must be cleared or we'll stray from each othe
"Of course, sir."I knelt down to pick up the shards of glass from the floor, using a napkin, with my heart hammering against my chest. As soon as I was done, I stumbled over an apology, and Ander placed a hand on my elbow and tugged me aside. Once we were through the double doors of the kitchen, he withdrew his hand and folded his arms over his chest."We don't make mistakes like this at La Mesa.""I'm really sorry, Mr. Ander. I-"Ander held up a hand, and his dark eyes narrowed. "I don't want to hear whatever excuses you're going to give me. Don't let it happen again."I swallowed. "Of course not, sir.""You won't be getting paid for today, of course. The damages will need to be paid for," Ander continued, his eyes moving over me. "You can't coast by on your good looks, Rachael.""I-""You're a part-time employee," Ander interrupted, his eyes tightening further. "Which means you're expendable. Don't forget that. Clean yourself up."With one final withering look, he spun on his heels
BernardShe laced her fingers through mine and raised her voice to be heard over the noise. "Are you sure this is okay?"I glanced at her over my shoulder and grinned. "You look fine, don't worry."In silence, I led her through the tightly packed bodies, gyrating against each other. The smell of alcohol and sweat rose through the air as we weaved in and out of the bodies, many of them gathered in the middle of the dance floor, lit up in bright neon lights. Her shoes squeaked against the tile floors as I pulled her behind me and made a beeline for the back.The tall, muscular man with short, cropped hair and alert dark eyes recognized me instantly. Wordlessly, he unhooked the stanchion and ushered us through. As soon as we stepped through, he clipped it shut behind us and straightened his back. I tucked Rachel into my side and led her to a table in the back, in a secluded corner, with a single light casting long shadows across the walls.Music pumped steadily through the overhead speak
Rachel grinned at me. "Yeah, and now they're used as torture devices for women."I wrapped an arm around her shoulders and steered her in the direction of the room. "I think women should wear what they want."Rachel giggled. "I think so too."As soon as I used the key card to swipe the door open, she kicked her heels off and left them by the door. Wordlessly, Rachel wandered over to the couch and collapsed against it."Your couch is really comfortable.""I think so too."I smiled and kicked the door shut with the back of my leg. When I handed her a glass of water, she drank it all before stretching out across the couch and squeezing her eyes shut."I'm just going to close my eyes for a bit."I left her on the couch and went into my room.When I came out of the shower, a thin mist following behind me, Rachel was on my bed, legs tucked underneath her. She cocked a finger in my direction, beckoning me forward. My heartthundered against my chest as I covered the distance between us and ki