Dante

I threw up in my billionaire boss’s bathroom.

Not exactly the impression I wanted to make.

Especially since I’m hiding the fact that I’m 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 doesn’t fire me.

He becomes my protector.

I’m nobody special; just a girl from foster care carrying another man’s baby.

He’s 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...

I threw up in my billionaire boss’s bathroom.

Not exactly the impression I wanted to make.

Especially since I’m hiding the fact that I’m 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 doesn’t fire me.

He becomes my protector.

I’m nobody special; just a girl from foster care carrying another man’s baby.

He’s 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 he’s not playing games.

He wants forever.

And God help me, so do I.