Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
Seconds into my staring, I realized that even though she was trying to scam me, I wanted to know her. I want to touch her, feel her lips on mine. I’m freaking nuts. A lifetime of celibacy has caused pure insanity. That must be it, but I have to possess her.
“Let her go,” I snarl. All eyes dart directly at me. Defiance showed on her face as she stared at me. I tilt my head, then shake it. She’s playing with fire and doesn’t even understand how burned she’s going to be. She started something she’s not prepared to finish.
Chapter 2
Renee
Why? Why did I take the money? Oh, that’s right. Because I needed to eat. My job doesn’t pay enough for food and rent when I have useless roommates.
Damn, life plays some serious jokes on you. I had no idea that this was going to be harder than expected. This guy wasn’t just anyone; he owned the place and was having me set out on my ass with this baby without even taking a glance at the kiddo.
Damn it to hell. What am I supposed to do? It’s not like that woman gave me a legitimate number when she left me with the little guy. The salon was closed for renovations for the week, so I’m completely out of luck getting her real information. I feel like the biggest fool on the earth, but I needed to survive, and my jackass roommates found it hard to not use their portion on drugs.
“Look, you don’t understand. He’s totally his son,” I exclaimed.
“He’s adorable, Miss, but Mr. Hart has told me that the baby’s not his and has demanded you be escorted out. We don’t want to call the police, so let’s do this safely. You don’t want to hurt the baby.” The pretty assistant is trying to be gentle, but I can’t just take him back with me. I don’t have the resources or the time for a baby.
Now I’m being held back and practically forced on the street with a one-year-old that’s not mine. I’m trying to make my case, but the boss has ordered me to be removed. He didn’t have the nerve to come out and do it himself.
He sent his goons after me. No wonder the woman paid me that much. She was probably treated way worse. “He doesn’t have the balls to do it himself.”
“He’s a busy man,” she insists.
Suddenly, the door opens, and the most handsome man catches my attention. I gasp, staring at him in amazement which the secretary notices, and raises her brow.
Oh holy hell, this can’t be him. He looks rugged, but young. I’m not sure if he’s the guy I’m supposed to be contacting or not, but he’s gorgeous. At six three or so with broad shoulders, and sexy dark hair that looks in need of a cut, and dark facial scruff. His strong jaw tightens as he stares at me. Then, out of nowhere, he tells them, “Let her go.”
They immediately back away as if their lives depend on it. “I’m leaving. Close up my office,” he barks out at the woman standing there with her mouth gaping open, who just told me he was busy. I’m still gawking at him as everyone seemed to have done a one-eighty.
He takes my hand and presses the button for the elevator. I feel this intense shock reverberate through me, but I regain control of my expression. Our eyes connect, sending a shiver of excitement through my body as if he caressed me. Then he drops his head to the baby boy in my arms, and then lifts his gaze to me again. I feel his eyes appraising me in more ways than one. His intent is unclear, and I’m not sure how to read him. It’s not like I have a lot of experience with men to gauge their reactions.
I’m nineteen with a few years of work under my belt at a hair salon, washing and styling hair. It’s how I met the baby’s mother because she would come and talk to me. She asked me about my life, and I explained that I’d been taking things one day at a time after my parents were arrested on criminal drug charges in our home. Hell, I’m lucky I didn’t get caught up in that scene or the raid because they would have blamed me and I’m not good with confrontation and clam up.
Goodness, I feel like an idiot because she played me like the naïve fool I am. Now, I’m in the middle of an elevator with a handsome man shooting daggers at me with his gorgeous eyes.
“Um…” I started to speak, but he quickly cut me off.
“Don’t say a thing. I’m not in the mood to even speak to you.” I whip my head back like he struck me or something. I’m totally pissed off, but I bite my tongue because even though the kid is a cutie, I can’t keep him. I can’t afford a baby and can’t handle him. I ignore the handsome Mr. Hart until he orders me into the back of his SUV, which is parked right outside of the bank of elevators in the underground garage.