Dzazmie_D_Fountain

[Book One]
[WARNING!!!]
 R-18
Smut Scenes will come in so, parental guidance is advised.

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Barely a month of being a classroom teacher, Selena Scott's life will change. When she encounters Bella Reese Lancaster, a four year old who would do anything to have her as her mother, and Timothy Reese Lancaster, a father with a daughter complex, one who would ruin the world so his daughter can be happy, she is taken on a roller coaster ride. One she will love for the rest of her life.

But, when the tides start to change and the seas get stormy, would she be able to hold onto that which binds them together? Even if she lets go, she wouldn't be losing anything. Or would she?

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"You're crazy," Selena mumbled, shaking her head.

"Yea," Timothy didn't disagree. "For you,"

"You know," He continued, trailing kisses from her face down to her neck. 

"Getting you pregnant wouldn't be bad. After all-" Timothy shrugged and nibbled on her nape for a second before meeting her eyes, -"Bella's old enough to take care of two younger ones."

"What!!?"

Bed Of Roses: The Billionaire's Wife

When she returned to the car, Selena quickly slipped into the backseat and shut the door.

"Drive!" She ordered Kendall. "Take a left and go behind the house."

Confused, the young man started to drive according to her directions.

Meanwhile, Selena glanced at the back and as expected, a black car was trying to follow them. She turned and glanced at the file in her hand, thinking what to do.

She had a feeling that whoever was after her, was going to be needing that file in her hand, and she would be dead to let that happen.

Selena quickly bent and slid the file under the car's seat. She continued to give Kendall directions and soon, they arrived at the tunnel.

"Ma'am, should I-" Kendall was reluctant to go into the tunnel but a glare from Selena shut him up and he stepped on the pedal.

"Faster, Kendall" Selena muttered. "The tunnel is dark, but do not turn on the lights. He will find us if you do."

SNOOPING AROUND