BernardA year later"Slow down, Ron," I called out, shaking my head. "Or you're going to trip and fall."Ron glanced over his shoulders and gave me a sheepish smile. "Sorry, dad.""Come here." I beckoned him forward. He gave the other kids a look before he trudged over, his head hung low. Once he was within reach, I pulled him to me and draped an arm over his shoulders. "You look very handsome today. Has your mom seen you yet?"Ron tilted his head back to look up at me. "Yes, and she started crying."I chuckled and smoothed his hair back. "Because she's happy."Ron tilted his head to the side and frowned. "Shouldn't mommy smile if she's happy?"I crouched so I was at eye level with him. "Sometimes when people are really happy, the only way they can express that is if they cry."Ron nodded."You do look very handsome," I added, pausing to adjust the bow tie around his neck. "Do you remember what you're supposed to do today?""I'm the flower boy, so I'm supposed to walk in front of mom
Book 4 Is another standalone novel that also introduces new plot and characters while still maintaining the MY BILLIONAIRE BABY DADDY WANTS ME BACK series.---------One passionate night with an irresistible alpha shattered all my inhibitions. I never thought I’d see him again, but I just found out he’s a doctor… and my new boss.And I have a secret he can never know about…Dr. Luke Jennings—a renowned neurosurgeon and billionaire—exudes magnetic charm.We met at a bar and shared an unforgettable night. But our connection abruptly ended, leaving me devastated.Seven years later, a twist of fate brings us back together when I discover I’m his new medical assistant.I can’t deny the electricity between us, but he’s off-limits—much older and a total grump.And I would never jeopardize my job.Until our heated tension leads to him pressing me against the office file cabinet.Where his kisses devour me and his touch sends an intoxicating thrill down my core.Then, one night, the secret I’v
LukeThe files are all messed up and it's all I can think about. Which puts me in a bad mood.Which is bound to make me snappy and unbearable later, but that's just how things work."Are you planning to burn those files by drilling holes into them?"Realizing he means my glare, I look up at James Sanders, who gives me a look of amusement. I roll my eyes. Not everyone can say they can do that to our hospital's director, but I suppose I'm an exception since James and I have worked together for years.At some point, I was up for the director position, too, but I turned it down because he's much more pleasant than I am and I might make an enemy out of everyone if I were in that role. Being the head of neurosurgery is perfect for me, allowing me to do my thing and still have enough time for my business."I'm just arranging them."He tilts his head curiously. "How's that going?""I already organized this week's schedule for patients and operations, but the rest isn't going as fast as I want
Olivia“Can’t you just call the father?”“The father’s a one-night stand, Janessa. We met in a bar and parted ways the same night.”“So, you don’t have anything else?”“I have his number.”“Then call him, Liv.”I sigh. “It’s a fake number. He gave me a fake number, probably not to let me down hard. I don’t know. I just know it goes to a restaurant when I dial.”“Bastard.” My friend and old coworker, Janessa Parker, makes noises in her throat. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.”“It’s not even his fault. We weren’t looking for anything in that place.” Except I thought there was a connection there, our souls intertwining as sex became much more than sex. He said it, too, eager to meet up with me another time after giving me his number. What a loser I am for believing him. “And he wore a condom. It’s just terrible luck on my end.”“Still, this is as much his luck as yours. His responsibility, too.”I take a deep breath, then shudder it out. Then I tremble all over as I look my friend in the eye, te
If only she knew.Thankfully, the topic shifts and I no longer have to think about Dr. Grump.They weren't kidding with what they said about him. I always thought reputations were built on a smidgen of truth and a lot of exaggeration, but apparently, I was wrong."Miss Davis, when I ask you to bring me a file, you're supposed to bring all the files connected to it. Otherwise, what's the point of me reading an incomplete one?"I freeze, glancing at the folder in his hand before I note the frown on his lips. Grump, like they said. Then my body snaps into motion as I hurry to get the other files, frantically looking in the still-not-sorted pile until I find them."I'm sorry, Dr. Jennings. Here they are."He frowns at me, then takes the files. It feels like passing over a hurdle, but it's not the only hurdle."The files should be by order of date and how they're dealt with, not alphabetical.""Right away, Dr. Jennings. I'll reorganize them.""I need everything on the table thirty minutes
LukeThe clack of the keyboard on the other table is soft and shouldn't bother me, but it does. Maybe it's because I know who's typing and what she looks like today, with her hair in a loose braid and the added liner that highlights her green eyes. Maybe it's because, despite how many times I've tried to nitpick everything as she accused me of, she retaliates by doing such a good job that even the perfectionist inside me is impressed.Or maybe it's because I'm ashamed of how I'm acting while still annoyed with how aloof and cold she is.At the next firmer press of the keyboard button, I glance up and catch the satisfied smirk playing on her lips as she looks at her computer. It's so reminiscent of the triumphant look she gave me long ago that my body responds before I can control it. I look away immediately, my jaw clenching as I try not to look again.I don't have patients today, but I have a lot of case studies to review after surgery supervision. The surgeries took most of my morni
OliviaThis is a bad idea.I know it and I’ve made up all kinds of excuses, from how it will just lengthen his driving time to how I don’t mind waiting for a cab. But I do mind because I’ve already extended my work hours and my babysitter needs to go home—which leaves me no choice but to accept something I don’t want to accept.Before I can think too much about it, I hop in his car and state my address, then let him do his thing. Noises surround us, a reprieve as we’re distracted by the honks and voices of people trying to get through the rush, too. But my head is a stubborn little thing, eventually catching up as I realize what I’m doing.I’m letting him drive me home. To my house. Where my child is.Panic flares, and I do everything to keep it in. Then I dissect it until it’s obliterated, ending with a strong thought: that just because I let him drive me home doesn’t mean I’ll let him enter my home. It calms me down significantly as we finally get past the main hurdle and are drivin
"Why are you so prideful?"My mouth thins. "I'm just being practical.""It's my goddamn car. I should decide what's practical or not."He's right. I'm a little embarrassed. I'm dictating things and being too paranoid when the man is just being thoughtful, but I can't help it. I'm not ready for that kindness after getting used to the grumpy, arrogant man in the hospital-the one who, while it gets on my nerves, is easier to deal with.The edge in his tone brushes over me until my nerves are frayed, but I hang on to dignity and finally have the semblance not to answer. Thankfully, he doesn't say another word, either.And I can't wait for this damn car ride to be over.When we arrive at my place, the lights on the upstairs windows are turned off and only a dim glow can be seen on the first floor. I sigh in relief. Then I square my shoulders and face Luke."Thanks for the ride. I appreciate it."His eyes sweep over the townhouse. "Nice place."I nod. "My mom's friend owns it. She gave u-me
OliviaI don’t know how my commuting to work while Luke drives Riley to school turned into me hitching a ride with them and Luke taking me to work after he drops Riley off, but here we are. It’s a new routine that comes with other new routines: namely, Luke either spending nights in our apartment or me and Riley spending the weekend at his. It’s already becoming a problem, mostly because we just can’t seem to keep our hands off each other whenever we’re in the same place.And when Riley’s asleep? Oh, it’s game on—as in me trying to stifle my moans while I challenge Luke to hold back his groans. The last part is too difficult, especially with how responsive he gets to my hands and mouth on him.God, his cock is so responsive, too, getting so hard that I get caught with the thought that it won’t fit every time I see it. But it fits inside me perfectly, moving with a precision that already knows how I like it…and yes, it fits in my mouth, where I enjoy it just as much as I lick and suck
My stomach sinks. "I'm sorry, Liv. I apologize for?-""No, you misunderstand. When I say it's too much, I mean it's everything. I love it."Her tone...it's not angry. It's not offended. She sounds happy.I look at her-really look at her, my blurred vision clearing as my panic clears, too. I can't believe I missed the smile on her lips and the twinkle in her eyes, so warm and meant just for me."You love it?"She nods, her smile widening. She takes my hand and squeezes it, a quiet assurance filled with excitement. "Yes. I love it. I've always been happy selling my stuff online, but seeing it in a museum along with other paintings, even if it's just a replica, it's amazing. I didn't realize how amazing until I saw it with my own eyes, and I have you to thank for that. So, thank you."She kisses my cheek. There's a shyness to her now that's so endearing, but I don't want that. A giggle escapes her lips when I wrap my arm around her waist and tug her closer, drawing her out of that shynes
Luke“Where are we going, Luke?”“I told you. It’s a surprise. No matter how many times you phrase the question and try to pry the answer from me, baby, I’m going to say the same thing.”Olivia pouts. It’s supposed to charm and soften me up, but all I can feel is the nervous thump of my heart, even more intense than when I first took her and Riley to the Hamptons. I wasn’t even nervous during our first date, which was the real determining factor of how our relationship would progress.But I know why I’m nervous now, and I can’t help that it’s making me tenser as we keep driving. Finally, we park in front of a building, and I note her surprise as she reads the sign.“You’re taking me on an art museum date?”“Yes.”She turns to me and smiles. “Then it’s a lovely surprise. I love places like this! It’s perfect for an artist to appreciate other artists.”I nod and remain silent while I usher her inside, where we immediately gravitate toward their most popular areas. As expected, she absor
The trying-not-to-bump-into-Luke and trying-not-to-be-seen-together-with-Luke don't last long as Luke comes back while I'm in the file room. I can hear him chatting with someone, so when he calls for me, my shoulders stiffen, and I get nervous all over again.Thankfully, it's just James, who has been pretty nice and friendly since I met him. He continues discussing work with Luke and asks how I'm doing with my workload, never once mentioning our tans or asking how we spent our weekends. My shoulders relax when he finally leaves the office.Luke's gaze, however, stays on me."What's wrong, Liv?"Leave it to him to figure out how uncomfortable I am and call me out on it. He's good at that-good at comforting me, too, or finding ways to distract me. But since he's part of the reason this time, I hesitate."Nothing."The look he gives me tells me he's not buying it. He stands up.I take a step back."Liv?"I love that Luke knows me better now. But I also hate it. It means that I can't hide
OliviaDespite Carol’s confrontation putting a hitch in our weekend, I’m still feeling pretty positive by the time we return to New York City and I’m back in the hospital, basking in the busy atmosphere and the knowledge that I can tackle anything. It’s probably the accumulated energy from a great vacation, but my smile is wider as I greet staff I’ve become acquainted with over the weeks and list down the workload I have for the day in my head.I don’t account for bumping into Mark this early, but I even smile at him. He’s surprised but recovers and smiles back, then studies me as he notes my good mood.“Hey, Liv. Slept well?”I nod. “You could say that. It was a good weekend.”“I can tell. Listen, about our last few interactions…”I wave a hand. “Forget about it. Let’s just start over, okay?”In my mind, starting over means not avoiding him anymore but also keeping our relationship as cordial as possible. I expect him to take it happily, but he continues studying me instead.“Hmm. Yo
LukeIstand in silence, the words that spilled out of me hanging between us like a cloud. I could have kept it in and continued the easygoing flow with Olivia, but it's unfair. I've been unfair to Carol, too, putting all the blame on her shoulders, and I guess I don't want to be unfair to Olivia and repeat the same mistake.I brace myself for her judgment-for the shift from compassion to disgust, for her to step back from whatever this is between us. It will hurt like hell, but it's something I have to accept once I show her the real me..."People change."The quiet statement has confusion settling in as I search her gaze and realize there's no disgust."What?"I still wait for it to come, but instead, Olivia steps forward and reaches out to cup my cheek."Just because you were like that before doesn't mean you're like that now." Her thumb traces my cheek, a soft movement that leaves me breathless-and vulnerable. "So she doesn't have any right to judge you now.""Liv...""Listen, I wa
OliviaI’m beside myself as soon as Luke takes his ex somewhere more private, aware that she saw me and Riley—and that Luke took her out of the equation to spare me, especially Riley, the embarrassment of a confrontation. But being aware of it doesn’t ease my worry, and I find myself glancing at Adam from time to time. He’s busy trying to distract his guests, so I try my best to focus on distracting Riley.It’s easier said than done, though, especially when Riley keeps asking where her dad went.“I don’t know where he went, sweetie. But he saw an old friend, so they’re probably catching up.”It’s the best answer I can come up with.After a while, Nila approaches us. “Hey, does Riley want to get back in the pool with me? I got some snacks in this little floating tray and we can just eat in the shallow area.”I hesitate. “Well…”Nila leans closer. “Listen, I don’t know what the story is, but I know you came here with Luke and that woman seems like a vengeful ex or something. Trust me, I
This one's younger. He smiles when she introduces him to Adam, but soon her attention trails to where Adam keeps glancing: me. Carol's eyes widen before she kisses Adam's cheek and saunters toward me.I catch Adam shooting me an apologetic look-a silent message that he didn't mean for her to be here. Then Carol's blocking my view of him as she plants herself in front of me, a wry smile on her face."My, my. First, I wasn't told there would be a party, then I wasn't told who would be here. How long has it been, Luke?"Her casual tone and carefree attitude make me wary, but I match her energy and answer casually."I don't remember. I haven't really thought about it."I don't mean it as sarcasm because it's true. I realize I haven't thought about her in a long time. In fact, there's no prick in my heart at the sight of her like there used to be as if she's just a stranger now-or a longtime acquaintance who doesn't matter that much anymore.Carol, however, takes it as sarcasm and laughs,
LukeI don’t know why I’m nervous about showing off my property in the Hamptons when I’ve been showing it off for as long as I can remember. But then again, I’ve been showing it off to childhood friends who have properties sprinkled around the area and are used to this kind of lifestyle. And I’ve never taken my dates here, deeming them too casual to bring somewhere this personal.Olivia and Riley are a different matter because…well, they’re different. I can sense their awe the moment I give them a tour of the mansion, with Riley bouncing around with barely-contained energy and Olivia acting more subdued. When I finally show Riley her bedroom, her face lights up and she runs into my arms so I can lift her in the air.“This is so neat! I get this room for the weekend?”I bite back a grin and nuzzle her neck. “Yes, sweetie. It’s yours for the weekend. And it’s officially yours whenever we visit this place.”I brace for Olivia’s warning look for promising things like that, but she’s fight