Forbidden Daddy

I accidentally sexted my mafia boss.

Now, he has no idea he’s my baby’s daddy.

I thought I was texting an old fling.

Turns out, I sexted my Irish mafia boss.

So when Roman Creed pinned me to his desk the next day and whispered every filthy word back to me… I knew I’d seriously screwed up.

But when his tattooed knuckles tangled in my hair, I didn’t stop him.

Not on his desk.

Not in the janitor’s closet.

Not even on the printer.

After several HR-nightmare encounters, he did the unthinkable:

“You’re going to be my wife.”

Now I’m neck-deep in private jets, exclusive dinners, and mafia secrets.

My job is...

I accidentally sexted my mafia boss.

Now, he has no idea he’s my baby’s daddy.

I thought I was texting an old fling.

Turns out, I sexted my Irish mafia boss.

So when Roman Creed pinned me to his desk the next day and whispered every filthy word back to me… I knew I’d seriously screwed up.

But when his tattooed knuckles tangled in my hair, I didn’t stop him.

Not on his desk.

Not in the janitor’s closet.

Not even on the printer.

After several HR-nightmare encounters, he did the unthinkable:

“You’re going to be my wife.”

Now I’m neck-deep in private jets, exclusive dinners, and mafia secrets.

My job is simple, pretend to be his wife so he can inherit his father’s empire and turn it clean.

But the mafia doesn’t want to be clean.

I tell myself it’s just physical.

Just temporary.

Men like him don’t love women like me.

But reality always knocks—

And this time, it came with two pink lines.