Samantha – One Year Later“Sam?Sam,youready?They’re going to be here soon!”“I’m coming!” I called as I continued studying my reflection in the full-length mirror on the wall of our bedroom. I was nervous, and I wanted the night to be perfect. I inspected my appearance carefully, turning from side to side and eyeing the loose dress I’d chosen to wear. It was cute, though not my most flattering outfit. That wasn’t the point, though. I wanted it to hide my figure, not show it off.Suddenly, the bedroom door flew open, and Ryan strolled into the room. His brow was furrowed, and he was scowling.“What’s taking you so long?” he asked, coming to a stop and looking me up and down. “Weren’t you wearing another dress earlier?”“Yeah, I was.”When I didn’t give further explanation, he released a growling sigh and moved to stand behind me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his chin on the top of my head as he gazed at me in the mirror.“You look beautiful,” he told me. “Why are you
Book 2 introduces new plot and characters while still maintaining the Billionaire's secret Baby series A one-night stand with a billionaire left me an unexpected gift—a baby he didn’t know he had.Six years later, he storms back into my life. As my boss and fake husband.Alex is a walking distress signal.He is domineering and always in a grumpy mood.An irritatingly hot AF billionaire married to his restaurants.Reuniting with him has thrown me into a whirlwind of trouble.Worst of all…Pretending to be his wife to save his empire.The longer I stay in his arms, the more I don’t want to let go.But every second with him could risk destroying everything I’ve been protecting.
Lola“That was pretty song you sang, little songbird.”I turned around, suppressing a sigh. I’d been touring for the last two months, and despite that, I’d never gotten used to the attention the men paid me after my shows. The man smiled, and my eyes flickered over his face. One of his teeth was missing, replaced by a gold one. His tie was loose at his throat, his skin aged and papery.“Thanks,” I said, smiling politely. I didn’t want to be rude, but I sure wasn’t in the mood to be bothered. The show had gone great, and I was after nothing more than a quiet drink. “Now, if you’ll excuse me…” I said.“Hey,” said the man, and then again, as I stepped away. “Hey,” he repeated, a little more frustrated this time. “Aren’t you gonna let me buy you a little drink,canary?” He laughed at his own joke.“No thank you,” I said, putting on a smile. That was the way my mom always taught me to be, I guess. Put on a smile, even when the world was handing you nothing but heartache. And heartache was m
“What does that even mean?” I replied.“I’ll show you,” he said, as the rare hint of a smile crossed his face. He stepped close to me, and put his firm hands on my shoulders. His leg moved forward, and gently adjusted my legs so they were wider apart.And then I turned towards him, my heart rate soaring, my breathing quick. He was close enough to me now that he was looking down into my eyes.“I’m not imagining it, am I?” I said.“No,” he breathed. “You’re not.”Slowly, Alex reached his hands around my neck, and before I knew what I was doing, I’d reached up to him. If we’d been standing, I would have had to reach up on my tiptoes to kiss him, but here, I fell into him. He wrapped my body in his, and our lips met. Slowly I kissed him, his sweet breath and the soft scent of liquor on my tongue. Alex pulled away, and I looked into his eyes.“Are you sure?” he said, his voice low. I could feel his restraint—how he wanted to pounce on me. And I wanted it too. Somehow, the care Alex showed
"When Alex came, so did I. The stimulation had welled in me until my legs locked around his. I’d never come for a man before, and as I did, I cried out, “Oh god, oh GOD!” and the world shook, before falling to stars, while Alex’s cock pumped inside me, showering me with a heat and light and warmth I’d never known.When it was over, the world fell to dark for a while. When I lifted my head up and looked at the clock, twenty minutes had passed and Alex was gone.“Cocky bastard,” I muttered, and began hurriedly to look for my clothes. Thank God, no one had discovered us. But the bar was closing soon.As I left, I saw a small white card on the table. It read:“Thank you.Alex Lowe.”+1543011311I couldn’t believe that this mystery man, this traveling bigshot, would have given out his contact information so easily.And if it weren’t for what happened afterwards, I’d never have called him at all.***A month later, I got back to New York. I was exhausted from the trip, but at least my hard
AlexSix years later…“I’m sorry?” I said.In front of me, on the chair in my living room, the journalist seemed to falter for a moment.“I said,” she asked again, “Is there anyone in your life at the moment?”I frowned and uncrossed my leg. “I don’t think your readers would be very interested in that sort of thing, would they?” I said.The journalist from the Times laughed, as if I was being ridiculous. “Mr. Lowe,” she said. “You’ve amassed a fortune worth over ten billion dollars. You’re in a percentage of the population that can only be expressed in ten decimal places. And more to the point, you’re one of New York’s most well-loved philanthropists, with charitable contributions ranging from art galleries and exhibitions to children’s food programs and international aid. You’re telling me people won't be interested in your love life?”I sighed, and leaned back in my chair. She was right, I guess. But so far all the questions had been about my lifestyle, my tastes. And now my love li
I turned my head, searching for the intoxicating smell. It was a perfume. Where had I smelt it before?Then, my head was reeling with a memory from the past. A smoky bar in Bali. A beautiful woman, with an elegant, slim waist, gorgeous shoulders, red tresses and green eyes. Graceful movements, as though she were a trained dancer. And an irrepressibly cheerful, beaming smile, so unlike me.I thought about her for a moment—that woman from long ago, who sang for me one night in a bar halfway across the world. The woman with whom I’d spent a long night, making love in a dark room as the world stood still outside. There was no one like her. And nothing I could do now, after what I did to her. I still remembered the voicemail I’d gotten six years ago, the worried tone of the speaker. The last remaining trace that she and I had ever been in the same room.“Alex? It’s Lola. We met in Denpasar. I need your help. I don’t want anything from you, but please, get in touch with me.”I felt a pang o
LolaI left,walking quickly away from them. I was in shock, and my legs were shaking as I stumbled down the stairs. Seeing his face after all these years had sent my head reeling. Alex Lowe had gained a couple of steel-gray hairs at his temples, but aside from that, he didn’t look different at all. The same handsome face, the same ripped, muscular body. The same cruel, piercing glare.The bastard who’d left me without anything and anyone, a single mother alone in New York.I stumbled through the dining room, onto the street. It was raining lightly, and the pavements were slicked as I jogged away.I had to get to the subway, into a cab—anything. Macy was at home and I was going to pick her up from Sara’s apartment, hold her, cuddle her, and get as far away from the monster pursuing me as I could.“Wait!” cried a dark voice, after me. Frantically, I broke into a jog and rounded the corner, nearly bumping into a couple wandering past with some designer bags. The money on these streets ne
I held the door for her to get into the car. My dad picked up Makayla so she could give Deira one last hug while I walked around to get into the driver's side. We waved at everyone, and I drove away. As we wove through the grounds of the estate, I kept looking over, stealing glances at Deira as the dappled sunlight flitted over her, turning her hair gold and making her skin glow. I could feel heat pooling in my groin and a desperate need coursing through my veins. I thought again at how long it would be until we got to the hotel that night, and decided it was simply too long.Instead of turning toward the main road, I looped us around toward the back of the estate. I remembered a particularly secluded spot that was perfect for what I had in mind. A few minutes later, I pulled the car to a stop."Is something wrong?" Deira asked, looking over at me curiously."Nothing's wrong," I replied with a wicked grin. "I just don't want to wait until we get to Hawaii." When she realized what I me
CASSIUSThree Months LaterDeira made a beautiful bride.Watching her walk down the aisle toward me, with all our family and friends present, I knew that I had made the right choice in asking her to marry me. In fact, I knew that every choice I had made since that moment I decided to step into that steam room, despite it unexpectedly being occupied, had been the right choice.It was a simple ceremony, because once I'd proposed and she'd accepted, we both wanted things to move quickly. Neither of us saw a reason to wait. So, our whole wedding party was just three people. Scott was my one groomsman, and Dani was her one bridesmaid, and Makayla was the flower girl. In fact, Makayla was something of a flower empress, having demanded to be put in charge of all the floral decisions for the wedding. When that happened, Deira just laughed and looked at me."She gets this from you, you know," she had said, smirking.For my part, I thought she had made great decisions. The flowers looked beauti
A few days later,I was standing outside a hospital room, fidgeting with my dress. Cassius took my hand, pulling it away from the floral garment."You look great," he whispered. "Don't worry." We were about to go into his mother's hospital room, where his parents were waiting to meet Makayla and I for the first time. Makayla was bopping excitedly beside me. She had been on cloud nine ever since Cassius and I had explained that she had grandparents, and they were waiting to meet her. I, on the other hand, was very nervous."Ready?" Cassius asked. I took a deep breath, and nodded.It turned out that I didn't have anything to be nervous about. Cassius's father immediately stood up and gave me a warm hug, and his mother insisted I come sit by her so she could hold my hand and talk to me. They both were very kind to me and, more importantly, to Makayla. Just as she'd been with Cassius, Makayla seemed instantly at ease with them. It didn't take long before she was chatting away to them, talk
DEIRALeave it to Cassius to make a dramatic entrance, I reflected as I stared at him from afar. Whether it was barging into my steam room or crashing into my car or running through the airport yelling my name, he never did anything subtly. I looked at him, standing there breathing heavily. Had he run through the airport looking for me?I glanced back at Dani, and she raised an eyebrow. She didn't have to say anything more for me to understand the question she was asking. That raised eyebrow said, well, what are you going to do? It might as well have said, well, Deira, what do you want? I hadn't expected to have to answer that question at the airport, right before we went through security, but apparently, that's what was happening. Now I had two choices.I could turn my back on Cassius, take Makayla's hand, and walk through the security gate toward a totally new life, or I could go over to Cassius and ask him why he was here. I could give him one last chance to be part of my life. It
CASSIUSThough my mother was doing well, I still spent the next week or so in the hospital. Now that I'd reconciled with my parents, I wanted them to know that I was there for them. But also, I knew that once I returned to my real life, I would need to talk to Deira, and I wasn't ready. Not because I wasn't sure what to say—in fact, the opposite. I knew that I wanted Makayla and Deira to be part of my life now, and forever. But we'd had such a rocky path, I was a little scared of how Deira would respond to me.So, I put it off for days, until my mom finally prodded me to leave the hospital."You've been here forever," she said. "Go home, get a shower, and get a good night's sleep. And then, once you're refreshed, maybe talk to your girlfriend about us meeting our granddaughter." She winked at me."She's not my girlfriend, Mom," I protested, feeling like a teenager."But you like her, right?" my mother asked, and all I could do was grin in response. "See," she continued. "You have to g
The next morning, Dani took Makayla to school on her way to work, letting me sleep in. I laid around her apartment all morning in my pajamas, then went for a quick run before getting myself some lunch. I was very consciously not thinking about work, or Cassius, or anything else. I had half-expected him to call me at some point, but he didn't, and I couldn't help but be relieved. I didn't think I could talk to him until I decided what to do about Mr. White.In the afternoon, I picked up Makayla from school and took her to the park to play. That night, the three of us made pasta and played board games. It was nice to have some time to just have fun, without thinking about all of the stress of the past few months. The next day, after dropping off Makayla at school, I found myself thinking about my blog. I hadn't thought about it in months. I went to the home page and started looking over some of my past entries. Before long, I found myself writing down ideas for new posts. It had been ye
DEIRA I had hurried inside after getting out of Cassius's car, but I didn't want to go back to Dani's apartment when I was so upset. I waited until I saw Cassius drive away, and then I went back out to take a walk around the neighborhood. I had meant to calm down, but I found myself reliving our conversation and soon I was crying. Cassius not believing me about Mr. White hurt even more than I had let on. I'd let out all my anger on him, but beneath the anger was a deep pain and a sense of betrayal. Why did he think I would make something like that up? What did I have to gain from that? And did our relationship mean so little to him that the word of an employee he barely knew was better than my word? That last part stung more than I wanted to admit. For all the ups and downs of our relationship, it had never felt meaningless to me, but it seemed for Cassius this always came second to his job. He believed Mr. White over me, just like he had taken a business call instead of watching
After I got my dad calmed down, I went to find the doctor. I wanted a clear understanding of the accident and my mother's injuries. The doctor confirmed that the coma appeared to be because her body had been through a trauma, and that there was nothing worrying on the scans. All her other injuries were minor, especially considering the severity of the accident, but we wouldn't know her true status until she woke up. I made sure he understood that I was the point person now, and that my mom was to want for nothing. He nodded and reiterated that there was nothing to be done but wait. The waiting was excruciating.I found myself wanting to call Deira, but remembering the look on her face as she'd slammed the car door, I didn't think that was a good idea. I called Scott instead. He offered to come to the hospital, but I asked him to take care of the business instead. That way, I could concentrate on taking care of my parents."Of course, man. Whatever you need. Anything else I can do?" he
The address wasn't far, and I made it there in twenty minutes. Deira was just taking Makayla inside when I pulled up. I waited in the car and a few minutes later she emerged. I was going to get out and meet her, but she walked right to the car and got into the passenger seat."I can't talk long," she said. "But I realized storming off like that earlier wasn't helpful, so I wanted to try to explain." She fidgeted, like she was nervous."I did talk to Mr. White," I said, wondering if what he said was true, and now she was nervous because she regretted her actions. At his name, she glanced over at me sharply."Did he admit what happened?" she asked, seeming surprised."He told me his side of things. Why don't you tell me yours?" At the phrasehis side of things, her face fell. She looked down at her hands and took a deep breath. Finally, she spoke."He accused me of sleeping with you to get my job," she said quietly."What?!" I hadn't been expecting that at all, and I was so shocked I fel