I threw up in my billionaire bosss bathroom.
Not exactly the impression I wanted to make.
Especially since Im hiding the fact that Im pregnant by another man.
Dante Livingston is everything I should avoid.
Powerful. Ruthless. Devastatingly handsome.
He fires people for breathing wrong.
But when he finds me retching on his marble floor, something shifts.
He doesnt fire me.
He becomes my protector.
Im nobody special; just a girl from foster care carrying another mans baby.
Hes a billionaire who could have supermodels and actresses.
This should be temporary.
A fling until he gets bored.
But when he asks me to marry him, to let him claim my unborn child, I realize hes not playing games.
He wants forever.
And God help me, so do I.
