What's more embarrassing than telling your boss you're pregnant?

NOT telling him it's his baby...
And then having to move in with him because he figured out your lie.

8 months I've kept my secret.
8 months since that one night with Daniel Jacobs.
CEO. Billionaire. The man who collects women like trophies.

I was just the charity worker begging for a donation.
The stupid idiot who mistook him for an assistant.
Who spent 7 minutes telling him what a "heartless playboy" he was.

His grin should have warned me.
"Heartless? Let's test that theory, Miss... Heartly."

One night.
One positive test.
One secret I planned to take to my grave.

But when my boss finds out I'm pregnant, he fires me.
"Pregnant fundraisers? Bad PR."
24 hours later, Daniel's at my door.

"Interesting math, Addison. 8 months since our night?"
His hand slides to my stomach.
"Pack your things. You're moving in with me."

"Never!"

"Oh yes. Or I'll buy your ex-charity.
And make sure it goes bankrupt.
Your choice, Heart."

Now I'm living with the man I hate.
The father of my child.
Who knows exactly what he's doing to me.

He.
Wants.
Everything.