Abby Brooks, who spent her life being single, had always dreamt of being a different case than everybody else—she wanted to have a child and raise that child on her own.
And one night, her dream was fulfilled when she met a brokenhearted, handsome man at a club. He was the perfect candidate in her eyes. It didn't take long before things got heated after several drinks, and they spent the night together. She felt bad for taking advantage of him, but then again, she swore to herself that it would be the last time they'd see each other. And as Abby thought, she had successfully fulfilled her dream of being a single mother.
Things took a turn when the old president that she worked for suddenly died, and it turns out that the heir is none other than the man she had slept with that night.
And to make things worse, that man recognized her at first glance.
"You're Abby Brooks?"
"Yes, sir."
"Abby Brooks,"A grin appeared on his face. "Tell me why you disappeared after f*cking me that night."

My Boss, My Baby's Father

I woke up on Sunday morning with my head throbbing badly. It was like someone was hammering my brain. I groaned as I rolled over and saw that it was already 12:15 in the afternoon, my mind hazy and too much in pain to remember the events of last night.


There were two Advil with a glass of water sitting on my bedside table. I hurriedly took them, thanking the heavens above for such a caring mother.


I picked up my phone to call Emily and see if she got home alright but to my dismay, my phone was not charged. I plugged in my phone and went downstairs to find my mom, but I found someone else in our kitchen.


A middle-aged man was seemingly cooking in our kitchen. He looked to be around 50 years of age, tall, with blonde hair with hints of greys in it, and dressed quite sharply in a button-up and slacks for a Sunday afternoon.


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