The Billionaire's Secret Love Child(130)

“That’s for being creepy and standing outside my front door.” I said.

He laughed.

“If that’s all I’m gettin’ then I’m getting’ off light.” He replied.

I pulled back for a moment realizing that he didn’t know yet. I sheepishly looked toward the ground.

“John, I only just found out for myself, but I’m pregnant.” I said.

John lifted my chin so our eyes met and I could see tears starting to form in the corners. He stared into my eyes with an exuberant look and gave me a deep kiss.

“Cassidy, I’ll make that baby proud to call me daddy.” He said.

And he absolutely did.



*****

THE END





BWWM Brianne - a BWWM Bad Boy Vegas Pregnancy Romance


Danielle Harper wasn’t sure she had heard the man correctly, so she leaned forward. It was, after all, pretty noisy in the club. She lived in Vegas and made some money on the weekends working as a waitress. She was tall and slender, her skin and hair dark. The most important thing was that she looked good in heels and a skirt. Her long legs got her a lot of tips, and perky cleavage got her even more.

The club was called The Event, which Danielle thought was a stupid name, but it was popular and busy on the weekends, and Danielle needed every bit of help with her student loan debt that she could. She had a year of school left, and already the prospect of the debt felt crushing and suffocating.

It was early in the evening, before the large crowds came in, but she had been serving a couple of the small round tables that dotted the outside of the dance floor in the dark club. At one table was a man and three of his friends. He was handsome. A young caucasian man with a strong jaw that made him look a bit like a superhero. His hair was blonde and buzzed. None of his friends made the same impact that he had on her. She had been with one white man before, a one night stand. The way the young man had kept looking at her, she was wondering if she was on her way to another.

But then it looked as though he and his friends were moving on, and they gathered their things and paid their tab and walked out the door. The good looking one lingered, though, and he caught Danielle’s eye and waved her over.

“Yeah?” Danielle asked as she went to speak with him by the front door.

“What’s your name?”

Danielle tapped a manicured nail against the small plastic nametag she wore to the left of her chocolate colored cleavage. “Danielle.”

“I saw that, but don’t most women in Vegas have fake names? What’s your real name?”

Danielle laughed. “Where are you from?”

“Hidden Hills,” the man said. “It’s near Los Angeles.”

“Well I don’t know who is feeding info to Hidden Hills, but Danielle is my real name.”

“All right, Danielle. Well, I think you should marry me.”

That was the part she had thought she hadn’t understood. She leaned forward and shook her head. “Excuse me?”

“I think we should get married. You are absolutely stunning.”

“I’m not going to marry you.”

The man laughed. “Why not?”

“I don’t even know your name.”

The man held his hand out. “Ray,” he said. She shook it. His hand was strong, but not rough.

“Okay, Ray. Well, my answer is no.”

“Hey, I really need to run right now, but I think we should talk more about it. What time do you get off?”

“One.”

“In the morning?”

“Yeah.”

Ray whistled through his front teeth. “Rough gig,” he said.

Danielle laughed. “It’s alright.”

“Well, listen. I have a penthouse in the… well shit, I don’t remember the name. But we’ll be drinking like crazy and generally raising Hell. I can have someone pick you up and bring you over, and we can get to know each other.”

“I don’t know.”

“I’ll send someone, and come if you want. Alright?”

Danielle didn’t know what he meant about sending someone, but she just nodded. “Okay then,” she said, and Ray smiled and then turned and left.

Danielle wasn’t sure what was going on, but, somehow, she felt an attraction for Ray. He was obviously nice to look at. Taller than she was and wide in a muscular way, with broad shoulders. He had been dressed in expensive clothes, but she had spent most of her time around him imaging what he looked like without a shirt on. Maybe going over to his penthouse in some hotel was the perfect opportunity to find if her fantasy shirtless Ray lived up to the real thing.

As her night wore on, and the club became packed, she couldn't push her strange conversation with Ray from her mind. One in the morning rolled around quickly, and she clocked out and headed outside. The club would be open for a few more hours, so she stepped quickly through the entrance and through a sea of people trying to get in. Her car was parked along the side of the building, and she reached for her keys. She had a paper due on Monday, and she didn’t know a single thing about Ray or any of his friends. She didn’t make it a habit to go to strange hotel rooms with men she didn’t know, and she had decided she wasn’t about to now.

And then she saw the stretch limo parked along the side of the building, boldly blocking the traffic that was trying to stream in from the well lit road which ran through the famous Vegas strip. The driver was ignoring the honks and the curse words being thrown at him, and he was holding a piece of paper with Danielle’s name on it.