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  Single Dad Billionaire

  B. B. Hamel

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  Contents

  Mailing List

  Prologue: Everly

  1. Logan

  2. Everly

  3. Logan

  4. Everly

  5. Logan

  6. Everly

  7. Logan

  8. Everly

  9. Logan

  10. Everly

  11. Logan

  12. Everly

  13. Logan

  14. Everly

  15. Logan

  16. Everly

  17. Logan

  18. Everly

  19. Logan

  20. Everly

  21. Logan

  22. Everly

  23. Logan

  24. Everly

  25. Logan

  26. Everly

  27. Logan

  28. Everly

  Virgin’s Daddy: A Dark Romance

  Prologue: Sadie

  1. Gavin

  2. Sadie

  3. Gavin

  4. Sadie

  5. Gavin

  6. Sadie

  7. Gavin

  8. Sadie

  9. Gavin

  10. Sadie

  11. Gavin

  12. Sadie

  13. Gavin

  14. Sadie

  15. Gavin

  16. Sadie

  17. Gavin

  18. Sadie

  19. Gavin

  20. Sadie

  21. Gavin

  22. Gavin

  23. Sadie

  24. Sadie

  Intense: A Dark Billionaire Romance

  Prologue: Aria

  1. Ethan

  2. Aria

  3. Ethan

  4. Aria

  5. Ethan

  6. Aria

  7. Ethan

  8. Aria

  9. Ethan

  10. Aria

  11. Ethan

  12. Aria

  13. Ethan

  14. Aria

  15. Ethan

  16. Aria

  17. Ethan

  18. Aria

  19. Ethan

  20. Aria

  21. Ethan

  22. Aria

  23. Ethan

  24. Aria

  25. Ethan

  26. Aria

  27. Ethan

  28. Aria

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  Prologue: Everly

  I hate lying for this man.

  I hate lying period. But there’s something extra horrible about it. I can stomach telling lies for noble reasons, and maybe all those little white lies you need to get through the day. But a lie of this magnitude, and for this man, it drives me crazy.

  Well, it’s not totally for him. It’s for the project he’s been dreaming of, the project that can really help this city. He needs me to lie for him, and I need him to follow through and finally build the homeless shelter we’ve been preparing for together for months. The city needs it, and it’ll help so many people.

  All I have to do is keep pretending. I have to keep smiling, keep helping, keep lying for him.

  The arrogant bastard. I don’t know if he deserves it. But the city deserves it, and I can’t let the people down. Even if nobody knows I’m making this sacrifice for them, at least it’ll be worth it in the end.

  I never imagined I’d find myself here, standing in his apartment overlooking the city. It’s at the top of one of his hotels and I can see the whole city spread out in front of me. I push the curtain open further, letting the light fall through the immaculate glass and I put my hands on the windowsill and lean forward.

  “Careful, wife,” he says gently, coming up behind me.

  I feel a chill run down my spine but I don’t look at him. I can’t turn around and stare.

  Logan Ray is too god damn handsome, and I won’t let myself fall for it.

  “If you go any further, you just might fall.”

  I bite my lower lip. Maybe I already am falling. But I can’t let myself.

  I feel his hands on my hips. A shiver runs down my spine. I could tell him to stop, move away from him, do anything but stand there and let him touch me. Nobody is watching right now. I don’t have to lie.

  It’s not a lie though. I hate admitting that. When he presses up against me, sending a thrill through me, I’m not pretending.

  “You like being my little kept woman, don’t you?” he whispers in my ear, driving me insane. He’s so damn arrogant and cocky. “You think you’re so strong and independent, but really you just want a strong man to fuck your nice little pussy until you scream.”

  I turn to face him but he pins me up against the window. Logan’s eyes are bright green and the cocky grin on his face makes me realize that I’m playing right into his hands.

  He presses closer against me, pinning my wrists against the window. “Go ahead, wife,” he whispers. “Fight back if you want.”

  I let out a low, soft moan, and I hate myself for it.

  “That’s right.” He releases one of my wrists as his lips graze my neck. “Go ahead and let go, Everly. Let me take what I know you’re so desperate to give.”

  His hand roams down my body and I can feel his cock stiffening against me. I’ve been dreaming about the way he’d touch me, the way he’d make my body feel, but I haven’t dared let him get this close.

  Not yet, at least. I know I’m not going to be able to stop him forever.

  Sooner or later, Logan Ray always gets what he wants. He’s rich, handsome, and famous in this city. Every woman wants him.

  Every woman except me. I’m not going to be his little housewife, ready to fuck him at a moment’s notice.

  But as soon as his fingers deftly open the front of my jeans and slide down between my legs, I know I’m going to give in.

  I’m going to let Logan take me, even if I hate myself for it. Because this isn’t a lie, and I can’t pretend like I don’t want him more than anything I’ve ever felt.

  1

  Logan

  I have more money than I know what to do with.

  Maybe that’s fucking arrogant, but I don’t care. It’s the truth. At twenty years old, I invested every single penny I owned in a little startup company called Facebook. By the time I cashed out a few years later, I had made my first million.

  From there, I became the city’s most famous hotelier. I built some of the best hotels in the whole damn city, and my hotels are still in high demand. By the time I was twenty-eight, I was worth over $600 million and climbing.

  Now, I’m worth $10 billion, and I routinely make the “richest men in the world” lists. I’m not in the top ten, but I have enough money to afford pretty much anything in the entire world.

  Sometimes, being able to have anything means you don’t know what you really want.

  “It’s getting pretty late.”

  I frown at the girl sitting across from me. We’re in the conference room attached to my home office going over some marketing materials for a project I’m personally invested in these days. Her name is Everly, and she’s the PR girl assigned to the project.

  From what I can tell, nobody
else wanted this job, and I don’t blame them. I’m not an easy boss. It’s after ten at night, and we’ve been at it for a few hours. She worked a full day, and now I’m keeping her up all night going over every single detail.

  I can’t help myself. This is how I got to be so successful. I hold myself to the same standards that I hold her, although I know some people can’t handle it. So far, Everly is doing a good job, but we’ll see.

  I don’t mind spending all night in a conference room with her. She’s an attractive girl, gorgeous in a way that I’m not used to. It’s a little understated and mature, although I think she’s only twenty-two, making her ten years younger than me. Her long dark hair is piled up on top of her head and her searching blue eyes watching mine as I lean back in my chair.

  “Do you want to call it a night?” I ask her, a little smile on my face.

  “Only if you want to.” I can tell she doesn’t want to quit before I do. Nobody ever wants to say no to me these days, which is nice, although sometimes it’s annoying. I don’t like walking all over people, but they tend to let me. Plus, I’m her boss, and she doesn’t want to disappoint me.

  I like that about her, actually.

  “If you’re not that interested in this project, we can find someone else to take over, Everly,” I say with a little smile.

  That frustrates her. “You know I’m into this, Logan,” she says. “I think the city needs a homeless shelter and a community center, and putting them together is a great idea. But it’s late, I’m exhausted, and I haven’t eaten since lunch.”

  I frown at that, and realize that she’s right. I haven’t eaten yet either.

  But there are so many people on the streets that haven’t eaten. That’s the whole point of this project. I have more money than I know what to do with, and so I want to start giving some of it back to the city that I love. I want to build a modern homeless shelter and community center, and completely fund it myself. It’ll be free to anyone that needs it, and I’ll make sure that it’s always in perfect running shape.

  But I can’t do it alone, of course. I need people like Everly to help me get it started. There are plenty of obstacles in my way, but I’m determined to surpass them all.

  “Okay then,” I say finally. I close my notebook and put my hands behind my head. “We’ll call it here and start again tomorrow morning.”

  She sighs and nods, cleaning her things up. I watch her with a little grin on my face. I know she probably hates me, but that doesn’t matter. I need to push her if she’s going to give me the best work she possibly can. That’s part of why I’m so successful. I push the people that work for me, and they give me the best they can.

  I like watching Everly. I’ve always been attracted to her, though I tend not to date people that work for me. I can get any woman in this city that I want, so I try to avoid any complications at work. But Everly is tempting, very fucking tempting. I almost want to reach across this table, pull her up onto the flat glass top, and fuck her right here in the conference room.

  Instead, I walk with her to the front door. I have one single entrance for my living area, but it’s split in half. Everly has never been to the right half, which is my private apartment. The left half is the work area, and my employees routinely work from that office. It’s actually staffed during the day, though our main offices are several floors down.

  Everly pauses at the front door. “I think your idea about mingling the homeless with people that have more is a good idea. It’ll make everyone want to help each other.”

  “Thanks,” I grunt as I open the door for her. “I’m hoping that having the community center so close to the shelter will make the city more aware of its homeless population. People can change things, but they have to do it together.”

  She nods and smiles at me before turning to leave.

  And we both stop dead in our tracks.

  Down on the ground, staring up at us with an incredibly placid look on its face, is an infant. The baby can’t be more than a couple of weeks old. I have no clue if it’s a boy or a girl. It’s sitting in a little car seat, but it doesn’t seem upset.

  We both stare at the baby before looking around in the hallway. Nobody is anywhere nearby. We stand together in front of the baby, at a total loss for words.

  Finally, Everly speaks up.

  “That’s a baby,” she says.

  “Shit,” I say. “I hoped I was hallucinating it.” The baby looks up at us with a blank look and I don’t know what it’s doing here.

  “And there’s a note.” She reaches down and picks up a piece of paper that was folded and tucked next to the baby. She unfolds it and reads.

  The look on her face tells me everything. A sinking, horrified feeling comes over me as she hands me the piece of paper.

  I don’t want to read it, but I know I have to. Even if I know what it’s going to say.

  2

  Everly

  I hate working for Logan Ray.

  He’s arrogant. He’s demanding. He’s impossible to please. He may be a genius and one of the hardest working people I’ve ever come across, but he’s still a total jerk, and I don’t want to work with him at all.

  I love working for Logan’s company, which is maybe a little ironic. The company culture is great and relaxed, people work hard but they don’t go crazy, and everyone tends to really care about each other. It’s a fantastic place to work, plus the pay is pretty good, and I could use the money.

  I’m not high up on the marketing department ladder, which means I get most of the assignments that other people don’t want. I work on the small projects, and more often than not I’m overlooked for promotions and raises. It’s not because my work isn’t good, it’s just because I work on projects that nobody really notices.

  So you’d think that when Logan Ray has some important pet charity project, I wouldn’t be anywhere near it. A project that he cares deeply about should go to one of the top marketing managers. But that’s not the case at all.

  Nobody wanted to touch this thing. Yeah, it’s going to be a fantastic building and it’s going to do a lot of good for the city. Everyone wants it to get built and to be successful, but nobody wants to be the person that has to personally work with Logan.

  He’s strict and he expects late nights. He’s going to be very much a part of every aspect of this building, which means I’ll have to get his approval on every little detail, and that’s going to be a nightmare. Sure, he’s handsome and can even be charming sometimes, but it’s still horrible to be held up to such impossible standards.

  But I’m sick of being overlooked for everything. I want to move up in the world, not stay at the same junior position that I started out at two years ago. When this building project came up, and everyone treated it like it’s toxic sludge, I decided to volunteer to lead the marketing side.

  After some discussion, I got the project, probably because I was the only person willing to do it. And it’s nights like this one that I totally regret it.

  Logan is impossible to please. He holds himself to the same standards that he holds everyone else, but that doesn’t really make it any easier. He shoots down every one of my ideas, and essentially makes me redo absolutely everything. That’s why we’re working late into the night in his own personal office, which happens to be attached to his personal apartment. I don’t know many men that live in the same place that they work, but that’s Logan Ray. He’s one of the richest men in the world for a reason.

  Of course, there’s tension between us when I’m working late into the night with him. I want to smash his nose in sometimes, or yell at him, or just scream in general out of frustration. But I can’t help but notice how handsome he is, how muscular he is under his expensive suits, and how sometimes his eyes roam over my body as I pass him a folder or bend over to pick something up. The thing that drives me crazy is, he doesn’t even try to hide it.

  Of course, I’m keeping this professional. I can barely stand working for the man, I do
n’t know what it would be like if I did something so stupid like getting personal with him.

  Which is why it’s a total nightmare when we step out into the hallway and there’s a baby on the ground, staring up at us with a cute, bored expression. I don’t know why, but I grab the note, not really thinking too much about it. In retrospect, I should have known better. I should have run away from him right thereon the spot, or refused to look at the note, or anything other than what I ended up doing.

  Instead, I read the note, and handed it over to him.

  Logan, I’m sorry I have to do this. Her name is Alexa and I can’t handle her anymore. She’s your daughter. Please take care of her, I know you will. Jessica.

  He doesn’t react right away. He reads it once, twice, and finally folds the note up and shoves it in his pocket. I’m horrified and terrified and I have no clue what’s going to happen. This is pretty serious. Some woman he got pregnant just dropped a baby off on his front doorstep. Who knows how long the baby has been out here.