Be Mine, Oh My Wild Baby

"I like you. I want to have your baby." Samson read the note with a raised brow, passed to him by the one girl who never chased him, Fiona. She had no idea her friend had used her to confess.



He showed up at the hotel room listed in the letter, but Fiona wasn't there.



Hours later, he found her again high, helpless, set up by her twisted half-sister. She threw herself into his arms and murmured, "I want you..."



The rest? A blur of heat, hunger, and a bed that barely survived the night.



But then came the call.

"She's getting married?" Samson hung up, heart sinking.



"So... it was all a lie and just a game?"