“Happening to you?” I repeat and move back from him. “This is happening to us. I didn’t do this on my own. You’re part of this too.”
“I can’t be a dad, Ashley. We’re twenty-three years old. We’re not having a baby. I’m not ready to be a dad.”
I get up from the couch. I can’t be near him. This is insane. The man I love is telling me he can’t be a dad to his own child.
“I’m scared too, but we made a baby together. I don’t know what you want me to say. You told me you’d love me forever. I let you all the way in. The walls around my heart are gone because of you. Did you even mean what you said to me that morning in your bedroom?”
“Of course I did. I never lied to you about loving you.”
I rush over to his side and grab his hand, holding on for dear life. “Then love me. Love us.”
“Tell me you’ll take care of the problem.”
“Problem?” I’m shocked at his choice of words. Immediately I let go of his hand and walk away from him. “This isn’t a problem.”
“It’s a huge problem. I need time away. We need a break. This isn’t happening to me.” Clayton moves away from me and leaves me standing alone in the middle of his living room. “I’m twenty-three years old. I can’t have a baby.”
The door to his bedroom slams shut and I realize how alone I am. Placing my hand on my stomach, I make my way to the door and let it shut behind me.
“It’s us against the world, baby. You and me. I won’t ever leave you or let you down. I promise.”
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Breaking the Rules
Breaking the Rules
by Dani René
Breaking the Rules
Copyright © 2020 by Dani René
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Prologue
I got the job.
Tyler Masterson hired me.
And even though I would love to beg him to fuck me, I know I have to keep a professional appearance at all times. One of the most well-known playboys in the city, he’s become something of a legend. His name is whispered by women who want to fuck him and spit out by women who have fucked him.
The moment I walked into his office, I felt my body respond to whatever pheromones he was emitting. It was as if he wore sex as a cologne, and he spoke with a low, deep rumble I’m sure could be bottled as an aphrodisiac.
But as much as I wouldn’t mind breaking the rules with him, I know it would be a mistake. His reputation precedes him, and I certainly don’t want to be another notch on his bedpost. I don’t want to be whispered about as the brand-new assistant who fell into bed with the boss to land her the gig.
I’m a professional.
I can do this and ignore my attraction to him.
I’m sure of it.
Tyler
Two weeks. Ten working days.
One hot, unforgettable night.
What the fuck was I thinking when I sank my dick into my assistant? Not a damn thing. Because all my blood had found its way to my erection, turning me to steel. The conference was important to Masterson Attorneys. It went well. So well, in fact, I’d asked Hope to celebrate with me.
Two bottles of champagne later, we’d decided to take the party to my suite. It was innocent until I turned the music on. Hope decided to show me her moves. This included her swaying her hips, rubbing her hands over her generous tits, and twirling her hair in a way that had me wanting to fist those golden locks and tug them back while I fucked her ruthlessly.
A knock at the door drags me from the memory of feeling her tight pussy around my cock. “What?” I bite out. As soon as the door swings open with a soft whoosh, I’m met with the woman in question. “Hope.”
“Tyl—Mr. Masterson, the meeting is about to start,” she mumbles with a rosy blush darkening her fair skin, which only serves to remind me how beautifully she glowed when she unraveled beneath me. Her voice is tentative, wary even. She should be, because I’m tense, and I’m dying to take her again.
“Come in,” I command. Her body trembles as she steps into my cavernous office. “I want you in the meeting today. You’ll take notes. Michelle isn’t in, and I’m not good with minute taking.”
“Yes, of course. I’ll get my iPad and meet you there.” She smiles, lifting her hazel eyes to meet my blue ones. There’s always been a rule in my company to never fuck my staff, but one moment of weakness, and I’m like a horny teenager every time this woman is near me. I rise and round my desk, shrugging on my jacket, fastening the buttons as I watch her gaze rake its way over me. Her tongue flicks out, wetting her lips. Pink, glossy, plump. Perfect dick-sucking lips.
We make our way toward her desk, but I don’t wait. Instead, I leave her to gather what she needs. As soon as I stalk into the boardroom, I find my regular client sitting at the long table, wringing his hands. “God, Tyler, I’m fucked,” he hisses. He’s always fucked.