Ex-Boyfriend Bosshole

I ran into my bosshole ex.

The plan was to get a job, instead I got his baby in my belly.

My bills are piling up and I got a job that offers quick cash.

Fix a rich billionaire’s image and make him less playboy.

Sure! I got this.

That was until I found out he’s Stephan Sorrentino—my ex.

He is obnoxious, cocky, six-foot of steel with chiseled abs that are oh-so delicious.

He tempts me with his touch, setting off all my heat sensors.

He keeps slamming me against the wall,

taking my every last breath, then crushing me with rejection.

I have to resist his charm, his hungry eyes and finish this job.

I’m a professional, darn it!

That was the plan instead I buried myself in his mischiefs.

Rumor mill is in overdrive and now I’m the scoop.

I didn’t think it could get any worse.

Until I’m left holding a stick with 2 lines—I’m pregnant!