into your eyes,” she said, leaning up so that she could look into his eyes. The love she saw shining back took her breath away. “I had no choice but to fall in love with you.”
His eyes grew heavy with possessive desire. She felt it down to her bones.
“You owned me from that very same minute. One look and I was gone.” He kissed her shoulder and pulled her back against his chest. His hand slid lower until he cradled the life growing inside her.
Harper closed her eyes, let the contentment wrap her up as solidly as Ethan’s arms did. She’d found her happiness in Ethan and the life they were starting together.
They were a family now and she wouldn’t have it any other way.
The End
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THE BILLIONAIRE’S FAKE FIANCE
By Ella London
Part I
Wicked Bad (The Billionaire’s Fake Fiance, Book 1)
Chapter 1
My life was in the toilet. Literally.
I stood back and put the scrub brush back into its holder. This was what my life had come to; cleaning toilets for a living. I’d only been doing it for three days and already hated it. But it was money--pretty decent money--and right now, I had none.
I spritzed the mirror with cleaner and wiped in broad strokes, trying to avoid my own reflection.
I should be in Portland right now, starting my dream job with a dream agency. I’d spent four years busting my ass with a double major in Accounting and Business Management and it had paid off in a big way.
McKeller and Associates, the largest and most respected accounting firm in Portland had recruited me right before graduation to become a Junior Accountant in their new business development department.
I was supposed to start there last week.
Only instead of starting the amazing new job I’d worked so hard for, I’d been forced to run away from my life I’d built with what money I had saved, only making it as far as Boston.
The crappy motel on the edge of the city wasn’t anything at all, but it was cheap. I’d applied with a temp agency the next morning, though I didn’t dare look for a job in my field. That would be the first place Jacob would look for me. His reach was far and wide and I couldn’t take the chance that he would find me.
So I’d accepted this job.
Cleaning in a huge high rise that had more security than Fort Knox. I even had to sign a nondisclosure.
To clean toilets.
I knew this was the Cross Building. The owner, Madden Cross, had his picture in the lobby, along with three other men, all high management. Every night for the past three I had passed through security and glanced at the picture of Madden. There was no denying that he was handsome. Chiseled chin, strong nose, and piercing blue eyes. Arrogance shone from them even in the photo. A smirk whispered across his lips, as if he were laughing at every person walking past.
His office was on the top floor of the high rise. That was the one I cleaned. There were four large offices, the executive suites, which were always locked.
I was hired to clean the common areas up here. And there were even specific instructions in my contract that stated I was at no time to go into any of the offices for any reason.
Almost as if they thought I might just want to go hog wild, cleaning the executive suites for the fun of it…
I tucked my cleaner and cloth back onto the cart that had everything I needed, and pushed it out of the bathroom. There were only two restrooms on this floor so it really didn't take me long to clean them. It was the dusting I hated. Miles of windows lined the hallway. It was a beautiful view to be sure, but it didn’t make it any better when I had to wash every single one.
I pulled out my iPhone and tucked the earbuds into my ears. It was the only way to get through my last task for the night. Adele filled my ears and I grabbed my cloth and spray. Soon I lost myself in her deep sultry voice.
The thing about music is that it takes you away, so by the