Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 61160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
I snapped out of the trance as he tucked his pen away. I needed to get a firm grip on reality.
You are pregnant with this man’s baby. This man is a damn royal … and your boss.
My heart fluttered as he stepped closer, and I looked over my shoulder to ensure we were alone.
“I don’t understand why I haven’t heard from you.” He kept his voice low. “Have you somehow lost my telephone number?”
“Excuse me?” I swallowed. “Your telephone number?”
“Yes, the one I wrote on that purple post-it for you.”
“Mr. Carrington, I’m just now meeting you today,” I said. “I don’t know why you think someone like me would ever have your phone number.”
“Oh?” He smiled. “That’s the game you want to play with me?”
“No, sir,” I said. “I can assure you that here at Rogue Publishing, I don’t play games with anyone. I take everything seriously.”
“Chloe…”
“It’s Miss March, Mr. Carrington.”
“Okay, Miss March,” he said, closing the gap between us. “Almost two months ago, my cock was buried deep inside your pussy and your clit was on the tip of my tongue. Every time you came, you begged me to fuck you again because you couldn’t get enough. Do any parts of that sound familiar?”
“Not at all, sir.” I swallowed harder, taking a step back. “It sounds like you might have me confused with someone else. It also sounds like you may want to write down those words for some of our romance authors.”
“I need to see you in my office after this ceremony is over,” he said. “We have some unfinished business we need to discuss.”
“It’ll have to wait until after my lunch break.”
“When is that?”
“Right now.” I rushed past him and far away from the crowd, heading straight for the first side exit.
I pushed the doors open and exhaled, but I didn’t get the chance to inhale.
“What was Tyler Carrington’s first day as your boss like?” “Did he mention anything about leaving the royal family?” “Would you be interested in an interview?”
What the—
Reporters swarmed around me, shouting far too many questions.
“Did he bring anyone with him from London?” “How do you feel about someone like him coming in and moving straight to the top?”
Saying nothing, I weaved through them, continuing my run as soon as I reached a clear path.
This can’t be happening to me. This can’t be happening to me.
A pregnancy bombshell was one thing, but this? This was a nuclear ambush, and there wasn’t a fallout shelter big enough.
Definitely Not Him
Chloe
Seattle, Washington
6 weeks, 1 day pregnant
“Hey!” Madison looked up from the counter once I stepped inside her shop. “What are you doing here before lunch?”
“I found him, found him today.” I stuttered. “My boss, royal, our date, all makes sense now.”
“Huh?” She squinted. “What are you saying?”
“Him.” I paced the floor. “William, but really Tyler. He’s not him, but it’s him, and—”
“Hold that thought and let me grab my notepad from the back,” she interrupted. “The last time you came here in a panic, you gave me my bestselling flavor idea.”
I walked to the ice case and crafted a jumbo bowl of ‘What the Fuck Chocolate Chunk’ and ‘I’m Screwed Brew,’ but couldn’t bring myself to eat a spoonful.
My mind was still running in a million different directions, and my anxiety level was ascending to another planet.
“Okay, now where were we?” Madison returned.
“Definitely not him,” I said, plopping into a chair. “He told me his name was William, but—”
“Definitely not him? I love that one!” She scribbled it onto her pad. “Want to draft some flavor notes to play with before I add it to the menu?”
Am I speaking in a foreign language?
“Way to hold out on the huge news, Chloe.” Kristin walked inside, moving behind the counter. “When were you planning to tell us that the prince of London—well, ex-prince—was moving to Seattle to work at your company?”
“He’s my new boss.”
“Well, duh. They announced that he’s the new co-CEO, so—” She took out an Oreo cone. “That makes sense.”
“They say he’s always loved reading and his late mom wanted him to run something literature-related many times.” Madison swooned. “Was your first morning under him promising, or do you feel like it’ll take time to adjust?”
“The prince of London—ex-prince, whatever—is my new boss!” I couldn’t put this any more bluntly. “He’s also the same guy I fucked on my birthday, i.e., the guy who we’re searching for because he knocked. me. up.”
Madison’s jaw dropped to the floor. Kristin’s cone dropped next.
“He didn’t tell me his real name,” I said. “We’ve been searching for a ‘William’ all this time and he’s a damn ‘Tyler.’”
“Well, technically ‘William’ is his middle name,” Kristin offered. “His mom gave both him and his little brother, Charlie, that. I think his younger sister Priscilla has it, too.”
“His sister’s middle name is ‘Willa,’” Madison corrected her. “Close enough to ‘William’ and his late mom’s love for willow trees.”