I thought it was only once.
We even used fake names.
But then I got pregnant.
Jolene: As part of a dare, I assumed a secret identity and snuck into a fancy formal-dress ball under the name “Trixie Dickson.” Okay, it’s a dumb moniker but it worked because a handsome billionaire swept me off my feet. I felt like Cinderella in my ballgown, except that this billionaire was no prince. The alpha male took me every which way, so thoroughly until I couldn’t breathe. Even more, I got pregnant that very night. Now what do I do?
Channing: Imagine my surprise when Little Miss Trixie Dickson (who chooses a name like that?) turns up on my doorstep the day after the ball. The sweet girl is curvy, sassy and utterly innocent with a mop in hand and her hair tucked into a kerchief. But I have a plan because Trixie Dickson isn’t just going to be my maid … she’s going to be my baby’s mommy!