by Ted Evans
“Hey,” I grunted as I tried to sit up, but failed miserably and slumped back into the bed.
“I didn’t think that you were ever getting up again. You were dead!” She giggled as I tried to get up again.
I shook my head. “You’ve got to be kidding me. You should have heard yourself last night. I had to carry you into the bed.”
I tried to regain the use of my legs as I stood up and thought about the fact that I was only eighteen, even if I felt around eighty. “That was one session.”
She shook her head, “No, it was more than a session. It was a fuck. You were making so many animal noises I thought that at one point you were going to turn into Wolverine from the X-men.”
“Adele, that’s a slight exaggeration.” I stretched out and let anyone that was facing me see me in my full glory.
“Damn Liam! The shutters are open. Someone might see you.”
I kissed her on the cheek, “And they’ll say that she’s a lucky girl for having all of that inside of her all night long.”
“Do you ever stop thinking about sex?”
“That’s exactly what I said to Dwayne as we left the Prom. He’s always talking about it.”
She shrugged, “Maybe that’s why you’re such best friends, because all you do is think about the same thing.”
What the fuck? We had one romantic evening and we were back to this. Whatever this was. I didn’t fucking know anymore. With my limp dick hanging out and with her moving away from me, I moved closer toward her and blurted out, “What the fuck Adele? One minute you’re all over me like a rash and the next you’re treating me as if I’m one of the walking dead.”
She darted out of my way and then I took her arm, “We’re not leaving here until I have answers. I’m fed up of this shit.”
“Really? You’re fed up of this shit. Liam in case you haven’t noticed, I haven’t been well lately.”
“No, I didn’t notice. I just know that you’ve been fucking miserable. Does that constitute as being sick?”
Her eyes rolled as if she was a fucking dragon or something, with hot air in her breath to leave me dead in an instant.
“Let me go!”
She barked at me, which kind of took me by surprise. The calm and quiet Adele had been replaced by this monster. The girl that I’d spent the night with and thought of it as nothing but pleasure had disappeared and right now it felt like fucking hell.
“No, not until you answer me. Not until you tell me what’s upset you?”
She wasn’t going to fob me off like she had when I picked her up from the house. Now she had to answer me even if she didn’t like it. We were not leaving this room until I had a fucking answer. She decided to go into a staring contest. Fine by me, ’cause I was in it to win it.
“We’re going to college soon.”
Shit, that must have been it. Sometimes I’m such a fucking insensitive prick.
“And I might not be going.” She chewed on her lip and then started to wander around the room, picking up her clothes.
“Why the fuck would you want to stay in town? I know one thing for sure: I’m going. If you don't want to, then that’s your choice. You can’t beat me up about it, because you want to stay…”
“I’m pregnant!”
I stood with my mouth wide open. I felt as if the room had spun out of control; the air sucked out of me as I dropped onto the sofa that she had been sitting on a few minutes ago.
I opened and closed my mouth like a fish and asked the magic question, “How many weeks?”
“I don’t know.”
She’d caught my attention.
“What do you mean that you don’t know? What did the doctor say?”
She cleared her throat, “I haven’t been to the doctor yet, because I haven’t done the test yet.”
Fuck! She’d scared me. She could just be fucking late.
“And I’m not six weeks late. So don’t even try and say that I must be late.”
“Adele, we’re going to do the test and then we’re going to do the doctor’s. Until you’ve had confirmation then you’re not jumping to the wrong conclusion. Understand me?”
She started nodding her head, but I knew that she wasn’t hearing what I was saying, because I know that being pregnant wasn’t the only reason that you missed your period. There could be other things wrong with her. I knew that we weren’t going to find out by staying in a hotel room.
We had to check out now and our first stop would be a pharmacy!
To be continued in book 3….
Coming Soon in Book 3
I hate him, so damn much. He drives me to the clinic and the next thing I know I’m there alone.
Liam left me.
I don’t need him.
I don’t want him.
I knew that it was too good to be true.
I’ll get home and decide that I can do this.
I just need to be strong and the only way to do that is to get him out of my mind, body, and soul.
Once and for all…
More Books by Ted Evans…
About Virtually Bossy…
My virtual assistant is going to find out who’s boss…
When my PA quits, I can’t say I’m sorry. She was as incompetent in the office as she was in the bedroom.I need to stay the hell away from virgins.One f**k and they think that I’m ready to walk them down the aisle!
HR are on my case, and I can’t hire another assistant.
I own the f*cking corporation, but I can’t get decent help… …apart from Olivia.
She’s been my backup assistant for years, working remotely in middle of nowhere.
I’ll pay her double, give her days off, anything to meet this deadline.
I just don’t need another distraction.
I’ve never met Olivia, but I have a feeling she’s a middle-aged spinster with a dozen cats. Perfect for keeping me and my cock out of trouble.
Trouble is I got it all wrong. Olivia walks into my office, and she’s an emerald-eyed bombshell.
I may be in charge, but Olivia’s holding all the cards until this deadline is done.
Then I’m going to bend her over my desk and show her what a good boss I can be.
Author's Note:
It's short and steamy with enough sexiness for you to enjoy this novella. It is standalone, and there's no cheating.
Chapter One
Ross
“What do you fucking want?”
I shouldn’t have been so crude and I shouldn’t have shouted at her. But I was tired. Scarlett was my secretary, NOT my fucking wife. I’d made the mistake of fucking her once and I’ve been repeatedly that mistake over the course of the last week.
She was fun.
The kind that got a kick out of fooling around, but she killed the fun the second night when she asked me to hold her until she fell asleep. After I’d already got out of bed and was going to sleep in my real bedroom, not the one that I’d just fucked her in.
The second time, I made sure that I fucked her at her place. Just so that I could leave.
She still didn’t get the hint.
That’s when the fun stopped and I knew that I had to get rid off her.
There was just one problem. I had a deadline and until it was met. She needed to stay working for me as my secretary.
“I just feel as if I’ve been used…” she purred as she got closer to me.
Really?
“Like you just want me for my body and nothing else.”
She started to pout and I could see that she was up to something, because she left the door wide open. We were in my office and she was talking about matters of the heart. Only for me they were matters for my dick and I could tell that she was getting attached. This wasn’t going to go down well, not by a long shot. I knew that she wanted everyone outside to hear. I didn’t need the staff to know that I’d done the same thing again.
The same fucking stupid thing that I’d been warned about.
“You need to think about what this all means.”
I was fucking stalling, thinking of a way to try and get a distraction. I was a fucking CEO. Built-up my company from scratch. Yet, when it came to matters of the heart, I couldn’t think. That’s why I usually fucked and worried about the consequences later.
“What?”
She was right, where was I going with this?
My palms were wet from trying to calm her down. My voice was raspy from running to close the door and back to her. Then to make matters worse, my head was fucking spinning out of control. I had an important meeting in around twenty minutes. When did my life become so fucking complicated and when did I lose control of everything?
“I know you think that I don’t appreciate you,” I stared into her sea-blue eyes.
“But I do. You’re beautiful.”
I stroked her long fair hair, thinking that blondes really do have more fun. Once again, I was distracted, because my hands moved to her breasts. Those big thick melons that could feed me for a fucking month. They were so damn juicy that I found myself opening up her shirt. Not fucking opening it, but ripping it open and popping those buttons as my mouth wanted to suck and my dick wanted to fuck.
“You’re doing it again,” she protested. She never complained before!
“You’re looking at my body and wanting to take me.”
“Shit, your tits, I’ve never had any woman with tits as big as yours…”
I was down to her bra, but she had a scaffolding bra on that no one under forty should ever wear. She used to wear sexy bras, which left nothing to the imagination. The type that just about covered her nipple and gave me easy access.
She pushed me away, but like a hungry wolf getting ready for a feeding frenzy. I ignored the warning signs and all I could think about was sucking her tits.
“Don’t do that,” I growled as I moved closer to her.
“See? You only want me for my body. I asked you one question. Answer me, Ross Hamilton!”
She had her hands on her hips and she wasn’t messing around. I had a feeling that my dick was on hold.
“Do you LOVE me?”
Oh God, not that debate again. My cock was swaying from left-to-right like a pendant, as I began to realize that this could be the end of a beautiful relationship. My heart was racing out of control, debating whether to lie or not. My mouth did something completely different.
It opened and shut like the shutters in my office did whenever I had company. Whenever I wanted people to know what I was up to, I would leave them open so that I could spy on them too. Whenever they were closed, that was when it was none of their fucking business.
Like now.
I took a deep breath.
I was a billionaire.
I needed to keep her as a secretary.
I couldn’t afford to lose her right then.
Her eyes were wide open, waiting for my response.
Okay, here goes nothing. I’m going to say it. I’m going to do it for the first time in my life. Those three words would stop me from being sued and having to deal with all sorts of shit that I hated doing in public.
I was a billionaire. I had built my company from scratch. I could fucking do this.
She moved closer to me as I smiled. I was about to say the words that she fucking wanted to hear.
Even if it was a lie, she was a woman. She didn’t care about the truth; she just needed to hear those three little words.
I was going to do this.
I fucking needed to.
My mouth opened one time. I was so close to her that her tits were rubbing on my chest. My dick was on board with the situation and everything was going according to plan.
“Yes?” said Scarlett, nodding her head like a bobbing doll.
And then I just blurted it out.
“No.”
My dick screamed “You fool!” and my racing heart went back to its regular rhythm. The headache that I’d had was now passing. She lifted her hand and slapped me across the face. She didn’t even bother to button up her shirt. She left my door wide open for everyone to see that I was about to seduce her; that I really couldn’t keep my dick in my pants. I slumped down on my desk, thinking that despite everything it was for the best.
It was the right thing to do.
There was just one problem.
I never did the right thing when it comes to matters of the heart.
I must be getting old—or fucking soft—and it sucks!
I patted my pants, where my dick was still half hard.
I whispered, “Down boy.” I was going to be having so many fucking cold showers from now on; it was fucking frightening. Yet, I felt better that I didn’t have to deal with Scarlett and all her dramatic shit…read it for free with Kindleunlimited or purchase it for $2.99 by clicking this link!
About Single Daddy In The Club…
Hunter James is back in town, this time as a single dad…
My single parent group is the last place in the world I expect to bump into the man who broke my heart.
The problem is Hunter James is not just any man. He’s tall, dark, and as hot as sin. I need to go to church and pray that he’ll keep away from me.
His irresponsible, one-night stand has left him with a little girl, and for some reason, he thinks that it’s my problem.
I should laugh at him.
He deserves it.
But he charms the group into letting him join and now I’m stuck looking into his blue eyes. He turns my parenting group into a dating one as he invites all his single friends to join. The last thing they need is another man in their lives. It’s a shame that I’m the only one who sees that. They turn up to the meeting and leave one-by-one.
Leaving me alone with Hunter James and he’s not trying to get some single parenting advice.
No.
Hunter James has something much dirtier in mind!
Author's Note:
It's short and steamy with enough sexiness for you to enjoy this novella. It is standalone, and there's no cheating!
About Ted Evans
This is the first book in the series. The Baby Daddies series is all about Single Daddies. My favorite subject at the moment. If you like the sound of it, then read on…
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Chapter One
Hunter
She’d been so fucking hard to find. Talk about disappearing and then coming back to the place where it all started. I knew the moment that I saw Nia’s name on the register that she would be the one heading up the group.
Back in high school, she was the independent one. The one that I said was getting in the way of my game. She was supposed to say that things could work and that she loved me. She never did. She just kissed me on the cheek and wished me luck.
Just like that.
That was when I knew that I had to get out of the relationship. She didn’t think about me the same way that I thought about her. That was evident.
I’d spent the last four years hoping that she’d change her mind, but she never did.
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sp; I loved Nia back then, and I still feel the same way about her now. It’s as if she hasn’t aged at all. The same long blonde hair, perfectly cut and her hips, shit they used to grind me all night, and I never wanted her to stop. Now she’s just like a fine wine. Matured and in control.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” She blurted out as soon as she saw my face.
“I came to join the club. Single parent’s club.”
She shook her head vigorously.
“Hi. Hunter, how are you? Long time no see.” That was the greeting I was expecting; not the unwelcome one that I received.
“It’s a single mom’s club. No men allowed!”
“I didn’t see the flyer saying only women. In fact, that’s sexist. I could sue you for discrimination.”
She waved a finger at me; the one that I’d loved to suck and says, “Look if this is some game…”
But then she was cut short by this slim little Hispanic woman who had lust written all over her face. “He’s right. It doesn’t say, ‘single moms.’ It says, ‘single parents.’ Hi, my name’s…” she was just about to introduce herself, but Nia cuts her short. She was mad and fucking crazy.
How did I know?
Because she was waving her finger and tapping her left foot at the same time. Damn, some things never changed. That was the same thing that she used to do back in high school.
“We couldn’t discriminate, but it was clear from the word go, that this club was only for single moms.”
I brushed past her, trying to get through the damn door. “Ladies, do you mind if I join?”
There was a wave of silence and then a chorus of, “No.”
Before they could even finish telling me all the reasons that I can stay, and even join, Nia was at it again.
“I’m the founder of this club. The owner. The one that does the memberships and I say no.”
