My Forbidden Lover's Secret Baby

he was often in bed that time of night if he didn’t have a date. Since it was a weeknight, she expected him to be watching TV, maybe in bed already if he had an early day the next morning. Since he w

e dropped her car keys into her purse.

g a shimmery silver and white crop top that barely came to her navel and a short black skirt that hit several inches above her knees, the heat

her senior year at TSU and had come back to her hometown for one last summer before she started her life as an adult. Her degree in business would keep her busy year-round, just as soon as she landed the perfect job, so she

’t thought she was drunk at all when she’d left the club, but now, as she caught herself from falling on her brother’s wooden floor, she thought perhaps she’d been mist

itting in front of the TV. It was off, no lights on in the living room or the adjoining dining area. But she did

her advice when a form filled the doorway. It wasn’t Mike—but the man standing in front of her was familiar. “Holy shit,” Chelsea muttered, stopping in her tracks. The man standing across from her wa