A one-night stand with consequences. A contract without feelings. And a man whose control shatters because of me.
While working as a florist at the Crawford Gala, the inevitable happens—I run straight into Marcus Crawford with an enormous vase. His shirt is soaked; my dress is soaked. One thing leads to another, and after a completely no-strings-attached one-night stand—which is technically a one-afternoon stand—we go our separate ways and get on with our lives. He lives in luxury, while I stumble from one overdue notice to the next.
At least, that's what I thought.
Three positive pregnancy tests later, I'm standing in front of him again—and I couldn't have come at a better time for him. Thanks to an ultimatum from his father, Marcus needs an heir, so he slides a six-year contract across the table as if our baby were a business arrangement.
I'm supposed to move into his penthouse, share his bed, and convince the world we're the perfect couple.
So I do.
Every room is open to me—except one. The door at the end of the hall.
I respect that boundary...until I open it anyway.
What lies behind it should have terrified me. Instead, Marcus is suddenly standing behind me, and all I can feel is his thumb against my pulse and his voice in my ear:
"Your heart is racing."
"That's anger."
"No. It isn't."
He says this is nothing but a deal. Six years. A contract. A child who binds us together, but no feelings to make us stay.
The problem? His dog has already adopted me. My heart is well on its way to falling in love. And Marcus? When he thinks I'm not looking, he watches me as if maybe this isn't just a deal after all.
Genre: Romance
While working as a florist at the Crawford Gala, the inevitable happens—I run straight into Marcus Crawford with an enormous vase. His shirt is soaked; my dress is soaked. One thing leads to another, and after a completely no-strings-attached one-night stand—which is technically a one-afternoon stand—we go our separate ways and get on with our lives. He lives in luxury, while I stumble from one overdue notice to the next.
At least, that's what I thought.
Three positive pregnancy tests later, I'm standing in front of him again—and I couldn't have come at a better time for him. Thanks to an ultimatum from his father, Marcus needs an heir, so he slides a six-year contract across the table as if our baby were a business arrangement.
I'm supposed to move into his penthouse, share his bed, and convince the world we're the perfect couple.
So I do.
Every room is open to me—except one. The door at the end of the hall.
I respect that boundary...until I open it anyway.
What lies behind it should have terrified me. Instead, Marcus is suddenly standing behind me, and all I can feel is his thumb against my pulse and his voice in my ear:
"Your heart is racing."
"That's anger."
"No. It isn't."
He says this is nothing but a deal. Six years. A contract. A child who binds us together, but no feelings to make us stay.
The problem? His dog has already adopted me. My heart is well on its way to falling in love. And Marcus? When he thinks I'm not looking, he watches me as if maybe this isn't just a deal after all.
Genre: Romance
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