BIG SHOT LOVE: 5 Billionaire Romance Books Bundle by Kristina Weaver
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vicinity. The most we’ve discussed in the last few days is whether I want a chicken or beef wrap. And he only did it because I threatened to chew his leg off in the car if he didn’t feed me. Apparently, you don’t eat in an Aston Martin.”
Cue major female eye roll.
“Do you…think you can love him?”
“Honestly? I don’t know. He’s nothing at all like the man I thought I’d end up with, and he is very frustrating. Most of all, I don’t think I can even begin to fall for a guy who doesn’t trust me. He still thinks—”
“What?”
I shake my head and cringe at the almost slip. No one knows that Cameron is not my baby’s father, and he threatened to muzzle me if I even so much as thought to mention it.
“I think he still thinks of me as an…opportunist or something. Hell, I don’t know, just he doesn’t talk to me about anything besides what, er, what he wants in…”
“Bed?”
She bursts into a fit of giggles and starts rolling around as if I’ve just made the biggest funny ever.
“For someone as pregnant as you are, you are really prudish, Ducky.”
Oh, now she’s calling me that, too? The freaking horror. I don’t have the heart to tell Marge the name makes me feel like an unattractive mallard, but this will not be borne.
“Stop calling me that. And shut up. You have no idea what an animal he is in the sack.”
Oh, and what a fine, wild beast he is.
“But Ducky is a term of endearment. Anyway…I think I know all about ravenous beasts, thank you very much. Kent is no stodge you know. Why, the ways in which I never knew I could bend,” She says, waggling her eyebrows. “But seriously now.”
Uh oh, she’s getting that hungry expression.
“What’s up with you two? He watches your every move. My God, today is the first day of the ‘fun and games’…and if I didn’t know better, I’d be searching for a leash and collar. The man is positively obsessed with you.”
If by obsessed, you mean he likes having me on a short leash and within spitting distance so he can make sure I don’t do a runner. Sure.
“He’s just scared I pull a Julia on him and run my ass home before he can Beyoncé me,” I say, discarding my cake when my stomach churns.
“Aaah, but that rock on your finger tells the tale. He definitely put a ring on it. Not to mention….” She pointedly looks at my stomach.
God, I feel guilty lying to her. Things would be so much easier if everybody knew the truth. So what if they all looked at me as if I’m the Whore of Babylon? So what if they all looked at him as if he’s the savior of the free world.
I should be able to tell the truth and hold my head up high and not worry about…
And then it hits me. Cameron isn’t getting very much out of this deal is he? I mean sex he can get anywhere, especially him being as hot as he is. And if he wanted a baby, he could probably put out an ad and have the droves storm his home, salivating for the chance to carry his holy seed.
The only person getting a break here is me. I get to legitimize my kid, and I will never have to worry about anything else. Not money, or doctors’ appointments, or late night feedings, or anything.
I’m the only one benefitting here besides Marge and Vic.
Cameron isn’t getting anything out of it.
And then that brings me to the sex. Part, well, most of the problem I’m having revolves around guilt for sleeping with my dead Robert’s brother and liking it a heck of a lot more than I did with him.
And then I’m also confused as to why Cameron would even want me.
I’m no oil painting for one, and pregnant or not, I’m on the heavier side and nothing at all like the supermodels and celery eaters that most men go for nowadays.
Doubts bombard me as we watch the rest of the movie. Molly keeping up a salacious commentary the entire time.
Chapter Seventeen
Shaw
“She’s so huge; I can’t believe he’d still want her. I mean, really, she looks like she’s two people and then I
Cue major female eye roll.
“Do you…think you can love him?”
“Honestly? I don’t know. He’s nothing at all like the man I thought I’d end up with, and he is very frustrating. Most of all, I don’t think I can even begin to fall for a guy who doesn’t trust me. He still thinks—”
“What?”
I shake my head and cringe at the almost slip. No one knows that Cameron is not my baby’s father, and he threatened to muzzle me if I even so much as thought to mention it.
“I think he still thinks of me as an…opportunist or something. Hell, I don’t know, just he doesn’t talk to me about anything besides what, er, what he wants in…”
“Bed?”
She bursts into a fit of giggles and starts rolling around as if I’ve just made the biggest funny ever.
“For someone as pregnant as you are, you are really prudish, Ducky.”
Oh, now she’s calling me that, too? The freaking horror. I don’t have the heart to tell Marge the name makes me feel like an unattractive mallard, but this will not be borne.
“Stop calling me that. And shut up. You have no idea what an animal he is in the sack.”
Oh, and what a fine, wild beast he is.
“But Ducky is a term of endearment. Anyway…I think I know all about ravenous beasts, thank you very much. Kent is no stodge you know. Why, the ways in which I never knew I could bend,” She says, waggling her eyebrows. “But seriously now.”
Uh oh, she’s getting that hungry expression.
“What’s up with you two? He watches your every move. My God, today is the first day of the ‘fun and games’…and if I didn’t know better, I’d be searching for a leash and collar. The man is positively obsessed with you.”
If by obsessed, you mean he likes having me on a short leash and within spitting distance so he can make sure I don’t do a runner. Sure.
“He’s just scared I pull a Julia on him and run my ass home before he can Beyoncé me,” I say, discarding my cake when my stomach churns.
“Aaah, but that rock on your finger tells the tale. He definitely put a ring on it. Not to mention….” She pointedly looks at my stomach.
God, I feel guilty lying to her. Things would be so much easier if everybody knew the truth. So what if they all looked at me as if I’m the Whore of Babylon? So what if they all looked at him as if he’s the savior of the free world.
I should be able to tell the truth and hold my head up high and not worry about…
And then it hits me. Cameron isn’t getting very much out of this deal is he? I mean sex he can get anywhere, especially him being as hot as he is. And if he wanted a baby, he could probably put out an ad and have the droves storm his home, salivating for the chance to carry his holy seed.
The only person getting a break here is me. I get to legitimize my kid, and I will never have to worry about anything else. Not money, or doctors’ appointments, or late night feedings, or anything.
I’m the only one benefitting here besides Marge and Vic.
Cameron isn’t getting anything out of it.
And then that brings me to the sex. Part, well, most of the problem I’m having revolves around guilt for sleeping with my dead Robert’s brother and liking it a heck of a lot more than I did with him.
And then I’m also confused as to why Cameron would even want me.
I’m no oil painting for one, and pregnant or not, I’m on the heavier side and nothing at all like the supermodels and celery eaters that most men go for nowadays.
Doubts bombard me as we watch the rest of the movie. Molly keeping up a salacious commentary the entire time.
Chapter Seventeen
Shaw
“She’s so huge; I can’t believe he’d still want her. I mean, really, she looks like she’s two people and then I
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