Crushing on my Billionaire Best Friend - Jolie Day Page 0,95

sign it with Laney or at least an L.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” she said.

I paused and thought about the question I’d been wanting to ask. “Do you still feel that way? That maybe we’re soul mates.”

“More than ever.” She smiled softly. “But…also, we have to burn this thing.”

“Oh, no. No way.” I lunged forward, wrestling it from her hands. “I’m keeping this forever. Actually, I’m going to read it a hundred more times now.”

She giggled and squirmed in my arms until our eyes met, followed by our lips.

“I guess it’s good to know all those years I spent pining for you weren’t totally in vain.” She stared at me, stroking my face. “Even if you never realized you felt the same way, you kept the letter.” Her eyes filled with admiration. “You’re a good guy, Oliver Humphries. I love you.”

“I love you more, babe.” I brushed her hair away from her face, holding my hand against her cheek. “I may not have been ready for you then. But I am now.”

She leaned in and kissed me again—something we could never get enough of.

Pulling a plain white envelope from my pocket after we’d come up for air, I handed it to her. “That’s not all. I wanted to surprise you with something.”

Laney’s eyes lit up. “What is it?”

“It’s not a surprise if I tell you,” I said with a wink. “Here, open it.”

She tore into the envelope, and when she pulled out two tickets to Coney Island, she jumped and squealed. “Oliver! I can’t believe you did this.”

I wrapped my arms around her and stared into her beautiful green eyes. “We’re taking it back to where it all began, babe. This time, it’s a vacation for two,” I said and kissed her nose. “I love you, Laney.”

“I love you, too. Always.”

“Always,” I echoed with a promise.

I kissed her passionately in the middle of the living room floor. We ended up staying the entire night, making love until the sun came up. There would be many more nights like that to come.

I’d left the gorgeous girl waiting for twelve years.

I intended to make up for every second of it.

The End

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Billionaire Baby DADDY Sneak Peak

OMG…I’m pregnant with a billionaire’s baby!

Two years ago, I had a one-night stand with a hot stranger.

Billionaire, Marcus Willingham.

Powerful, irresistible blue eyes, completely off-limits.

He couldn’t get to me before those two thugs grabbed me, but luckily, he was able to chase them off.

It was just supposed to be one night.

No love.

No feelings.

Certainly, no regrets.

Six weeks later I was staring at a positive pregnancy test.

He never called back, and my heart was broken.

Long story short, I married somebody else.

And that somebody else is now my ex. (Talk about a hot mess)

He’s demanding custody of a child that isn’t his.

There’s only one way to solve my problem.

I have to find the real father.

The man I swore I’d never see again.

I need to call Mr. Billionaire—and ask for his DNA.

Easy-peasy, right?

Excerpt:

This is a stupid idea.

My mind already knew it, but for some reason, my legs just kept moving forward. I searched the streets for taxis, but had trouble differentiating them from other cars. I sighed and wiped soaking-wet strands of hair from my face, heading down the street and looking for the quickest way to get home.

What a perfect ending to an already crap day, I thought.

I turned a corner at a light and continued, trying to think of what I was going to do when I got home.

Change my clothes, warm up with a mug of hot coffee, and then immediately head for bed. Sounds like a good plan.

A firm hand seized my upper arm and knocked me out of my daydream. I gasped as I was yanked backward toward the corner of two buildings. The moment was a flurry of blurred images, droplets of rain, and someone’s rough hold snatching my hair and dragging me into a darker place.

From the muted sounds of the rain, I assumed it was an alley.

I cried out in panic—the hand in my hair freaking hurt. I tripped in my shoes, attempting to struggle, and lost a heel in the chaos. Because why not? I was in a B-rated horror flick as the chick who lost a shoe and died. Was this my end? My attacker threw me to the concrete, and