All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Baby Arrangement: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Emma “Welcome to Coffee Shack, Mrs. Johnson.” Emma greeted her next customer with a smile. “Your usual?” The woman in a suit nodded, barely looking up from her phone. That was typical here. The coffee shop was located on the first floor of a downtown skyscraper with all sorts of important businesses filling the offices upstairs. W&W BabyCo held most of the floors, but there was also an internet company and a well respected law firm in the building. Everyone who came for coffee was usually busy with some sort of important work. “Grande triple mocha with almond milk,” Emma called out, taking Mrs. Johnson’s money. Emma handed the card back with a smile that Mrs. Johnson hardly acknowledged before stepping to the side for the next person to order. Emma grinned as she realized it was her best friend. “Hi, Grace,” Emma said warmly to her friend. “Hi, Sammy,” she said, waving to the little boy on Grace’s hip. “What can I get you?” “I need an extra shot today, Emma,” Grace told her, hiki

Jackson Jackson evaluated Jane for a moment before speaking. He hated that she was making sense. The only change in the market was the addition of a new player. Jessica Balboa’s Innocence Company was doing something he wasn’t. “So, you want me to get married and have a baby,” he repeated back. “What if that’s not what I want? I’m not exactly looking to change my ways. I rather like a different model or actress in my bed every other night.” “And I’m not telling you that you can’t,” Jane replied, standing up straight. “Once you have this set up and people trust you again, you can go back to being the bad-boy billionaire. Until then, you have to be the epitome of fatherly love and trust. And that means no screwing up. I don’t care if it’s in a private setting or not. This is all or nothing. You can’t accidentally slip up with this.” She pointedly looked at the newspaper. He would have to say goodbye to his fun for a while if he agreed to this. He could understand that. If he had a wi

Emma She spun to see Mr. Weathers leaning against the window to the coffee shop entrance. He wore a jet black suit that fit his broad shoulders and lean waist. He looked like he belonged on the cover of GQ. His perfect blond hair was somehow more perfect as he walked over. “Hi.” She wished she had something clever to say, but the only thing she could think of was “Welcome to the Coffee Shack,” and somehow that didn’t feel appropriate. “You look absolutely stunning,” he told her. “I’m going to have the prettiest date at the restaurant.” She grinned, enjoying the compliment. “Thank you.” She smoothed the green satin of her dress. “This is amazing and so much more than anything I could have expected.” He grinned. “That’s kind of the point.” Her smile widened. No wonder women fell over themselves to be with him. “Well, thank you.” “Let me see you spin,” he requested. She slowly spun in a circle, loving the way the heavy fabric took the motion and swirled around her ankles when she

Emma Should she marry a man for money? The question floated around Emma’s mind the moment she woke up. No. I shouldn’t, she decided as she made her coffee. I should marry someone I love. I should keep dating, despite my lack of success, and it’ll happen. I still have a few years before I need to worry about the biological clock. She sipped her coffee, pleased with her decision for a whole thirty seconds. Yes, I should, she decided as she ate her cereal. She liked Jackson. He made her smile and she could see a future with him. Plus, the money from being his wife would make her dream job come true. She could work with any marine animal she pleased. She could buy the freaking marine park. She took a shower, mulling over the pros and cons. No, I shouldn’t. I should love the man I have a child with. That was always the plan. Yes, I should. Jackson would love the child and provide for it unconditionally. This child would be better cared for than most children in the world. She would

Emma Jackson parked the car and ran around to open her door for her. It was a simple gesture, but it felt nice. It made her feel taken care of. Wanted. “You said you’ve never been sailing, so I thought I would take you,” Jackson explained, leading her down to the pier. Docked along the side was a beautiful sailboat. Emma had no knowledge on sailing other than pirates did it, but she could tell this boat was nice. It wasn’t the biggest in the marina, but it had something to it that told her it was probably the most expensive sailboat there. “Her name is the Techno Volante,” he said, guiding her to the gangplank. “Welcome aboard.” “Do I need to call you Captain?” Emma asked, carefully putting her foot on the gangplank. The boat bobbed slightly and she was glad she was watching what she was doing. “Only if you want to,” he replied. He winked at her, nearly causing her to lose her balance. “I like to be called Captain.” She grinned and stepped onto the boat. “This is beautiful,” sh