Knocked Up by My Nemesis

Waking up hungover next to my arch-nemesis – the city's most notorious fuckboy? Worst. Morning. Ever. I handled the walk of shame with icy dignity, but fate had a bigger curveball: one month later, two pink lines.

My baby. My rules. His involvement? Zero.

My flawless plan hit a snag when morning sickness ambushed me in the office restroom. He walked in. His eyes locked onto my still-flat stomach, darkening with something dangerous. Before I could blink, he had me pinned against the cold tile wall.

"Who's the father?" he growled.

I met his glare with a frosty smirk. "Wouldn't you like to know? Definitely not you."

Then it happened: a hot tear hit my neck. His voice cracked, raw and desperate. "Don't... don't leave me. Please."

Me: ...Dude. Seriously? THIS IS YOURS!