I’m having a millionaire’s baby...
New Year’s Eve, a night of new beginnings.
Asher and I talked and sipped champagne. Eventually, we went up to my room at the bed and breakfast and...
Let’s just say when I left that room, I was no longer a virgin.
And that was it.
No last names, no numbers, no pressure. Something we both desperately needed.
Just a night of fun, with so much pleasure.
Until I was approached for a nanny position that I wasn’t sure I was equipped for.
And the man behind the curtain raising his best friend’s little girl was…
Asher.
A single dad unprepared for his unexpected responsibility.
A wealthy, powerful, conflicted CEO of a newspaper empire on the verge of extinction.
And the father of the baby I just realized I was carrying...