The Boyfriend Diaries: A Romance Box Set Collection

by S. E. Law

  “That’s my girlfriend,” he hisses in a cold voice, loud enough for everyone to hear. “Anyone who hurts Maddy has to answer to me.”

  With that, relief washes over me. My handsome Prince Charming has arrived, and everything’s going to be okay.

  31

  Cameron

  I can’t believe my eyes. My sweet Maddy is crouched on the stage, looking terrified and worse for wear. Her blonde hair gleams beneath the mortarboard, and although she probably doesn’t realize it, she’s hunched over with her arms crossed over her stomach as if protecting it.

  Meanwhile, the blonde older woman continues screeching while pointing straight at Maddy.

  “This is the man the super-slut has taken up with!” she screams. “He’s paying her to be his slut! Slut, slut!”

  I race over to where she’s standing.

  “If you say that again, I’m going to strike you, so help me god!”

  The woman doesn’t even pay attention to me. She continues staring at Maddy with a glazed look in her eyes.

  “Slut, slut, slut!”

  That does it. I raise my hand to hit this woman. I’ve never harmed a female in my life before, but there are firsts for everything, and I’m not going to let some random bitch insult my girl in front of her high school class. My hand goes high up in the air but before I can deliver the blow, Grace Mitchell throws herself in front of the other woman.

  “Please don’t!” Maddy’s mom pleads. “This is my sister, and I don’t know what’s gotten into her.”

  “Slut, slut!” the other woman continues to scream, trying to push Grace off of her. “She’s pregnant too! He bought a baby with his money!”

  That does it. I’m not going to strike her because I’m going to do much worse. I motion to my bodyguards standing at the side of the crowd and they come rushing forward. They pin the woman’s arms behind her back and hustle her from the field.

  “Slut!” she continues to scream. “Sl—”

  But then her words are cut off, and I know what’s happened. One of my guards must have gagged her with something. A handkerchief most likely, but hopefully she chokes on it and dies.

  After all, I’m not a charitable man. This woman hurt my lovely girl, and I’m not going to let her get away with it. At the moment, Maddy is crouched still on the stage, looking green, and I bound over to her and embrace her in my arms.

  “Are you okay?” I whisper in her ear.

  She lifts big eyes to me, and they’re watery with tears.

  “I’m okay, Cameron, but the baby …”

  “Don’t worry about the baby,” I say harshly. “Everything’s going to be fine.”

  I stand up then, with the beautiful girl in my arms.

  “Everyone, my name is Cameron Savage. You may know me because I own Le Palms over on the Strip. In fact, I may employ some of your friends and family members. But know this: I’m in love with Madeline Mitchell, and she’s carrying my child. If anyone so much as touches a hair on her head, then they’ll be answering to me.”

  The crowd lets out a gasp, and I can see quite a few mouths drop open. I grin, and it comes out animal-like.

  “Yes, Madeline’s been living with me, but there’s nothing wrong with that. She’s eighteen and a consenting adult. And no, I never paid her anything. My company paid her mother, Grace, a living stipend while she sought job re-training, but that’s because Grace has been a loyal employee of Le Palms for a decade. Who would we be if we threw away our best people without a care in the world?”

  There’s a murmur among the crowd and I can see quite a few people nodding their agreement. I continue.

  “I want to protect Madeline Mitchell. This woman means the world to me, and I might as well make it official while I’m here. Madeline, will you marry me?”

  The woman in my arms gasps. Her expression is startled and her hair mussed beneath the mortarboard. Her mouth opens and closes, and my heart beats painfully.

  “Please say yes,” I mutter under my breath. “Maddy, I do love you, and it would mean the world to me if you’d be my wife.”

  Suddenly, the clouds seem to part, letting through a shaft of sunshine, and she smiles gently with tears in her eyes.

  “Yes, I’d love to be yours, Cameron Savage,” she says, loud enough for everyone to hear. “I love you too.”

  With that, I place a kiss upon her lips because Maddy means the world to me. Sure, we were never supposed to meet and in fact, her mother caught us in flagrante at the most inconvenient time. But I have the resources to make mother and daughter happy, and now, the curvy girl is carrying my child. So why not? I don’t need a diamond to seal the deal. I just need this beautiful woman for the rest of my life.

  “Forever,” I say, looking into her eyes.

  “Forever,” she repeats, smiling back into my blue gaze. With that, our lips and hearts are sealed, and we pledge our love for eternity, right there, beneath the scalding Nevada sun. But it doesn’t matter where we do it because Maddy is mine and I am hers. Through rain or shine, thick and thin, we will always be together from here on out.

  Epilogue

  Maddy

  I clasp my arms around Cameron’s neck as we relax back at his suite.

  “That was quite a show,” I murmur. “You swooped down from the sky like an avenging god. I think you could be in a movie. You could be Thor or maybe even Superman.”

  He chuckles, squeezing me gently.

  “Maddy, I wasn’t going to let anyone disrespect you like that. Hell, I think your aunt’s at the county jail right now getting booked for disrupting the peace or something of that sort.”

  I shoot a wan look at him.

  “Aunt Kathy is out of her mind. I’m so sorry that happened. I’m not sure what got into her. It must have been the heat or the sunlight or something.”

  Cameron takes a deep breath and then looks me straight in the eye.

  “No, baby girl. It’s because I used to date her, and after I broke up with her, she was distraught. I guess she never got over it.”

  I sit up, startled.

  “You used to date my Aunt Kathy?”

  He looks distinctly uncomfortable, flushing a bit under the collar.

  “Yeah, to my shame. It was a long time ago, like at least fifteen years. She was a lot different back then. She was nice, for one, although always a little high-strung. We got along okay, but she always wanted more and I couldn’t give her more. She didn’t take it well after we broke up, but I haven’t seen her in years. I mean, hell, it’s been fifteen years. I had no idea that these bad feelings were brewing the entire time.”

  I nod, realization dawning.

  “She’s never mentioned you before, and she and my mom are close. I guess she must have put it out of her mind until Grace told her that I was living with you. That must have stirred up a lot of old memories and bad feelings. I just wish she had talked with us first. I could have told her that nothing untoward was going on. I’m eighteen, hell, I’m nineteen now. Yes, it’s a little weird that you dated both her and me, but it happens. You’re an attractive man who’s been around for a while now.”

  He smiles, and it’s a little wry.

  “I’ve been around and available too long, Maddy. That’s why you have to make an honest man out of me. I can’t keep causing these commotions wherever I go.”

  I laugh and throw my arms around his neck again. But then he pulls back.

  “When were you going to tell me you were pregnant, sweetheart? I’m over the moon to be a dad.”

  I smile at him.

  “I only just found out myself, and to be honest, I’m not sure how Aunt Kathy knew I was pregnant. Could it be a sixth sense or something? Is that possible?”

  Cameron looks thoughtful for a moment.

  “Did you take any pregnancy tests?”

  I nod.

  “I did, but I took them while I was at home, and not at Le Palms. It was just something I wanted to do without you finding out until I was sure,�
� I admit shyly. “Do you think she went through my garbage? Who would do that?”

  Cameron shrugs.

  “When people get desperate, they’ll do anything. I’m sure after your mom told her you were living with me, Kathy started watching you like a hawk, including whenever you were home. I bet she did go through your trash, and found the positive pregnancy applicator. That probably set her off, leading to her outburst today.”

  I shake my head disbelievingly.

  “Wow,” is my hushed murmur. “So much rage and tension from a relationship that ended fifteen years ago.”

  “I know,” Cameron says, stroking my belly again. “But no more about her because I wanted to ask you again, just to be sure, sweetheart. Will you marry me? Will you make me the happiest man on Earth?”

  I giggle and lean forward to give him a kiss. My tummy is now a soft mound between us and I press his hand to it.

  “Of course I will. I already said yes in front of all those people. Why would I take it back now?”

  He grins, but then grows serious, his blue eyes bright.

  “Precisely because you said yes in front of all those people. I don’t want to pressure you, Maddy. You’re young, and you should be able to live your life. You should be able to follow your dreams, and I don’t want to chain you down with a husband and a baby when you’re not ready for it.”

  I stare at him.

  “Did you think I would get rid of the baby?”

  He shakes his head slowly.

  “No, never. But honey, I have something to admit – I’ve always wanted you to get pregnant. That ridiculous pulling-out method? It was just a ploy because I’ve wanted you round and heavy with my child since the very beginning.”

  I gasp.

  “You planned this,” I state, my eyes like saucers.

  The handsome man hems and haws a bit.

  “Well, I didn’t exactly plan it, but yes, I was hoping that my seed would take hold inside of you. You’re fertile, ripe, and so beautiful, baby girl. Any child of ours would be a blessing.”

  With that, I throw myself into Cameron’s arms and kiss him again and again.

  “Yes, Cameron Savage. I will become Mrs. Cameron Savage, and I will bear you children. As many as you like.”

  A gleam comes into those bright blue eyes.

  “Really? How many would you be open to? Five? Six?”

  “Even seven,” I agree.

  “Then I want ten,” he states.

  “Oh you!” I giggle while kissing him again. “Double digits is too many.”

  But then he rolls me over and kisses me passionately.

  “I don’t think ten is too many at all,” he growls against my lips. “You’re so young, sweetheart, and incredibly fertile too. I want it all.”

  With that promise, we lock lips again and my heart soars. This man is mine, I am his, and with eternity unfolding before us, I know our love will last forever.

  The End

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  Mommy’s Landlord

  By S.E. Law

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  About This Book

  Xavier Carlton is my mom’s gorgeous landlord. He’s growly, handsome, and sooo delicious. But he’s going to kick my mom out of her apartment unless I call him Daddy.

  My mom has never been great at paying bills. She’s not poor, she’s just forgetful sometimes.

  So when she tells me that Mr. Carlton wants her out, I get angry.

  Who does this man think he is?

  Sure, Xavier Carlton has more money than God, but that doesn’t give him the right to act like a tyrant.

  So I storm into his office…

  His blue eyes seize mine …

  … and suddenly, I realize I’m in over my head.

  Because when he rises from behind his desk, he has a very special present for me!

  But then, Mr. Carlton takes me by surprise because he says I can do something special to qualify for a one-time rent break.

  But am I willing to take the chance when it involves calling the handsome man DADDY?

  This short story is a forbidden, sweet and steamy story filled with an OVER THE TOP alpha male and a sassy, feisty girl with a strong will. Katie likes lollipops and Xavier Carlton likes showing her how the enjoy the tantalizing candy. Warning: light DD/lg age play ahead. No cheating, no cliffhangers, and always an HEA for my readers.

  32

  Katie

  I let myself into my mom’s apartment. It’s a nice place, and very homey and comfortable. The carpet is the same brown shag that’s been there for years, and our old kitchen greets me.

  “Hey Mom!” I call out. “I’m here. I have your cupcakes for you.”

  Dinah calls out from the back somewhere.

  “Thanks sweetheart. Can you just put them down for me on the counter? I’ll be right out in a minute.”

  I make a face and slowly unload the tray of cupcakes I have on hand. There’s a huge batch of them, all from Lovely’s Lane downtown. There’s chocolate, hazelnut, chocolate with hazelnut spread, hazelnut with chocolate frosting, as well as specialty flavors like pumpkin spice, cinnamon mocha, and their most recent concoction called Turkey Gobbler. Don’t ask me what that one’s about. I guess in anticipation of Thanksgiving, Lovely’s Lane created a special flavor. While it sounds disgusting to me, it must be selling like hotcakes because this cupcake was the last one left.

  “Hi honey,” sings my mom as she breezes into the utilitarian kitchen. “Thank you so much for bringing these over. Oh, what’s this? Let me try,” she says, swiping the Turkey Gobbler cupcake. Before I can say anything, she takes a bite and then makes a face before spitting out a mouthful of gooey brown and white cream.

  “Uck, that was awful!” she coughs into a napkin. “What was in that?”

  “I would have warned you, Mom, but it’s too late now. That one is called Turkey Gobbler and it’s Lovely’s holiday special. That bad, huh?”

  My mom squinches her eyes shut and reaches for a glass of water like a dying woman.

  “It was worse than bad. It tasted like turkey private parts mixed with avian sweat and dirty feet.”

  I make a face too, as I try to quell my heaving stomach.

  “That sounds gross, but that flavor must be really popular because there was only one left in the glass display. I guess all the other Turkey Gobbler cupcakes sold quickly.”

  My mom gargles a bit before spitting out the water into the kitchen sink.

  “No, that doesn’t mean that the cupcakes are popular,” she says with a knowing air. “I wouldn’t be surprised if Linda Lovely secretly only puts out one Turkey Gobbler at a time to make them seem like the next hottest thing. She’s probably got batches and batches of them stored away in the back, and just doles them out one by one so that they look like they’re really popular.”

  I smile wryly because that’s why I had to go to Lovely’s Lane to pick up the cupcakes. My mom and Linda Lovely are business competitors and hate each other’s guts. My mom owns Dinah’s Delights right across the street from Lovely’s Lane, and unfortunately, they’re squarely in the same sector. They both sell colorfully decorated cupcakes, and seek to outdo one another all the time.

  When my mom first opened up shop, I was puzzled, seeing that Linda already had her place just across the way.

  “What’s going to make your cupcakes different from Lovely’s?” I asked with a bit of hesitation in my voice. But my mom wasn’t put off.

  “You’ll see,” she said airily. “Linda’s stuff is made with low quality ingredients, and her artistry is just awful. Did you see that pink cupcake with the rainbow unicorn horn poking out of the top? It was more of a narwhal horn than a unicorn horn! Who’s going to buy that? Her decorating skills are atrocious.”

  I bit my lip and di
dn’t mention that it was actually Endangered Species month, and thus the horn was likely supposed to be a narwhal horn. But the exchange illustrates what Dinah thinks of Linda and her cupcakes. Lovely’s Lane will never be a real contender to beat Dinah’s Delights, and it’s been ten years of subtle jabs and nasty innuendos now. The two women share false, frozen smiles whenever they pass one another on the street, but in fact, they’re ruthless competitors. Even though both ladies have a homely, middle-aged look to them, Linda and Dinah would both tear out your guts and eat them for breakfast if they could.

  That’s why I had to pick up the cupcakes today. My mom enlists me as a foot soldier in this on-going war and it’s my job to do “reconnaissance” behind the enemy lines. I’ve mentioned to my mom that Linda recognizes me, so she knows that I’m likely buying a dozen cupcakes from her as “market research” for her competitor, but Dinah just scoffs.

  “She doesn’t know you,” Dinah said, rolling her eyes. “I swear that that woman suffers from face-blindness, among all her other faults. What is it called again? Prosoprogalia? Prosofygmania?”

  I sigh.

  “Prosopagnosia,” I say in a weary tone. “And no, Linda doesn’t suffer from face blindness. She knew who I was when I went in there today. You’re underestimating her, Mom. She’s not an idiot. Linda’s been running a successful business for more than ten years now, so she must know something.”