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I ran into my bosshole ex.
The plan was to get a job, instead I got his baby in my belly.
My bills are piling up and I got a job that offers quick cash.
Fix a rich billionaire's image and make him less playboy.
Sure! I got this.
That was until I found out he's Stephan Sorrentino-my ex.
He is obnoxious, stubborn, six-foot of steel with chiseled abs that are oh-so delicious.
He tempts me with his touch, setting off all my heat sensors.
He keeps slamming me against the wall,
taking my every last breath, then crushing me with rejection.
I have to resist his charm, his hungry eyes and finish this job.
I'm a professional, darn it!
That was the plan instead I buried myself in his mischiefs.
Rumor mill is in overdrive and now I'm the scoop.
I didn't think it could get any worse.
Until I'm left holding a stick with 2 lines-I'm pregnant !
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