Knocked Up- The Complete Box Set

by Lilian Monroe

  “A developer contacted me. It’s actually one of my most successful investments, between the insurance payout and the sale of the lot,” he says with a raised eyebrow. “Enough to buy somewhere nice in New York. I was thinking a two or three bedroom place. You know, somewhere with room to grow?” He says the last word so tentatively and reaches his hand over towards me. He slides it over my stomach and my heart flutters.

  “Are you asking me to move in with you?”

  “Yeah,” he nods. “Nothing would make me happier.”

  We stare into each other’s eyes for a moment and I can feel the corners of my lips start to curl into a smile. My eyes mist up and I nod. “Okay,” I say. “But let’s just go to my place for a few weeks and see how we manage living together. We might hate each other.”

  “Doubt it,” Owen says simply. He turns the truck back on and we head towards the airport.

  The flight is smooth, and within a few hours we have our bags and we’re at my apartment in New York City. It feels more like home than that town ever did, and with Owen by my side I feel like I couldn’t be happier.

  Gram’s words echo in my ears and I think I know what she meant when she told me to hang onto happiness. She meant let my guard down and let this man into my life and protect what I love with all my might.

  We flop onto the sofa and Owen wraps his arm around my shoulder. I turn on the TV, but before I can do anything else he slides his other hand over my cheek and kisses me. He kisses me so passionately it feels like I’ve never been kissed before this. His fingers tangle into my hair and he pulls me close, but not close enough. I swing my leg on top of him so that I’m straddling him, holding onto his head and kissing him like nothing else in the world exists.

  Nothing else does exist.

  Owen’s hands rip at my clothes, his fingers brush my skin and sends sparks flying off me. His body is hot and hard underneath me and all I want is to be closer, together, more connected. Our bodies intertwine and our hearts beat side by side as our clothes evaporate into thin air. I’m in ecstasy.

  My body rides wave after wave of pleasure, and Owen kisses me and tastes me and looks at me with such love in his eyes that I think we’re both drunk.

  Again, more than ever, I discover what it means to make love. I discover what it means to be one with someone else and to give myself completely to them.

  I discover what it means to be happy.

  We savor those blissful moments after our bodies quiet down, naked and interlaced on the sofa. I rest my head against his shoulder and listen to his heartbeat as he strokes his fingers over and back along my arm.

  His body stiffens slightly and he lifts his head. He looks around and finds the remote, turning the TV up until we can hear the news report.

  “… McAllister has been found guilty of criminal fraud, and sentenced to fifteen years in prison. His wife will serve an eight year sentence..”

  I stroke his chest quietly and lift my eyes up to him.

  “You okay?” I ask. He swings his gaze over to me and smiles softly.

  “Yeah. It’s sad, and I wish it didn’t have to be this way, but they aren’t the people I thought they were.” He tilts my chin and kisses me deeply, before pulling away and looking deep into my eyes. “You’re my family now, Jess. You and that child of ours. Even with all this,” he waves at the TV, “I still feel like the luckiest man in the world.”

  My heart grows in my chest and I smile. In the most unlikely place, we found the family that’s been missing from our lives. We found each other, and we found love.

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  Knocked Up by the Billionaire’s Son

  Book 4

  1

  Dean

  “Sorry for the late notice, Dean, but Jeremy’s called in sick. We need you for two-year-old twins’ birthday party tomorrow morning at 10am.”

  “Saturday is supposed to be my day off, Pat,” I sigh. What was supposed to be a side job to give back to the community is turning into a massive time commitment.

  “I know, buddy. Just help me out here. It’s a cash job at a nice house, it’ll pay for at least three of our non-profit events.”

  “Yeah, fine. No worries. Text me the address.”

  I hang up the phone and let out another sigh. I was looking forward to a day to myself tomorrow, but I can’t back out now. It’s not like I need the money, I’ve got loads of that. I met Pat at my niece’s birthday party and found out he runs a non-profit organization for kids. I convinced him to give me a job as a children’s entertainer, since working at my father’s investment firm isn’t exactly fulfilling. When he first offered me the job I’d laughed. ‘Children’s entertainer’ is just a fancy way of saying ‘clown’. I fell in love with the job right away, and now I love calling myself Clifford the Clown on the weekends.

  I head to my closet and pull out the plastic dry-cleaner’s bag hanging at the back. I unzip it and make sure everything is okay. The bright yellow suit has blue polka dots all over it with big red buttons down the front. I lay it down on my bed and pull out the suitcase with the rest of my costume and props in it. There are more than enough balloons and streamers, so all I have to do is make sure all my gear is ready to go for the morning.

  It’s surprisingly calming to get ready. I make sure everything is laid out for my costume and that I have enough face paint. I lay out all my balloons and games and pack them away neatly, and then I check my compressed air canister to make sure I’ll be able to make balloon animals. Everything is just about in order when my phone rings again.

  This better not be Pat cancelling the gig on me, I think to myself. It wouldn’t be the first time it happens. As much as I love the guy and I respect what he’s doing, he’s not the most organized manager I’ve ever had. That’s what you get when you work for a clown, I guess.

  I pick up my phone and grimace. It’s not Pat, it’s worse. It’s my mother.

  “Mother,” I say as I answer the phone.

  “Dean, darling, how are you?” she asks in her honey-sweet voice.

  “I’m fine, mom. What’s up?”

  “I just wanted to see how you were doing. I haven’t spoken to you since the fundraiser last month.”

  Yeah, that wasn’t by accident.

  “I’ve been busy, mother. I’m doing this non-profit gig for the children’s foundation.”

  “Of course, honey. The clown thing.” I can almost hear her waving her hand dismissively. “I just wanted to call and see if you’d spoken to Victoria lately?”

  A shiver runs down my spine and I shake my head. I take a deep breath before answering and force my voice to stay even.

  “Victoria and I broke up two months ago, mother. You know that.”

  “I know, honey, it’s just that your father and I liked her so much. And the Erkharts have been so good to us over the years. It seems like a shame to throw away such a great relationship over some silliness.”

  Silliness?! I bristle, and take another deep breath to calm myself. As usual, my mother is only thinking of herself. Never mind my heartbreak or my feelings. They wouldn’t matter to her. She only cares about the contacts that the Erkharts bring to their investment business.

  “We broke up,” I repeat. “It’s over.”

  “Talk to her, honey,” she says. I wish she’d stop calling me that. “They were over for dinner the other day and she is so sorry for everything that happened. She said she’s just worried about you, and she’s ready to forgive you for storming out on her.”

  “SHE is ready to forgive ME?!” I almost shout. I hear a sharp intake of breath and I try my best to stay calm. Why did my mother have my ex-fiancée over for dinner anyways?! “We broke up. It’s over.”

  “Talk to her, honey.”

  “Stop calling me honey,” I snap.

  My mother sighs. He
r voice is harder when she speaks again . “You’ve caused us a world of pain with this breakup. Your union with Victoria was planned from the time you were two years old. We had millions tied into it. It’s in your best interest to reconsider.”

  A chill goes down my spine and I resist the urge to fling my phone out the window.

  “I think you’re mistaking YOUR best interest with MY best interest,” I spit back. Typical of my mother, I shouldn’t be surprised. “I need to get ready for work.”

  “You need to get ready to put on a costume and blow up balloons, you mean,” she snarls. “When are you going to grow up and realize where you come from. The only reason you’re able to ‘give back’ is because of the sacrifices that your father and I made for you. You would have nothing without us.”

  “I’d have my integrity,” I snap.

  My mother snorts. “Right,” she says. “Well, go get ready for your little job then. Call Victoria.”

  The phone clicks and this time I do fling it across the room. It lands on the sofa and bounces onto the floor as I put my hands against the wall and take deep breaths. I pull my arm back and smack the wall as hard as I can with my palm as a yell erupts out of me.

  Why can’t she understand that Victoria and I broke up? I walked in on her with another man in our own bed and she calls it ‘silliness’?! What universe does she live in??

  With another deep breath I try to calm myself down. I go back to my bedroom and zip up the plastic bag with my costume in it and lay it across the armchair in the corner. I look at the rainbow-colored wig and the red nose in the box beside the costume and I shake my head.

  What am I doing? I’m dressing up as a clown and making balloon animals on the weekends instead of putting in extra hours at the investment firm with my father. My parents tolerated the time away when I was playing by the rules, but now I can sense their patience wearing thin.

  I turn back around and stomp out into the living room. The New York skyline is glittering below me and I slump down in the sofa and put my head in my hand.

  As much as I hate to admit it, my mother is right. I’m living in this penthouse because of them, and I can afford to work as a children’s entertainer because of the trust fund that they set up for me. I owe them everything, but asking me to patch things up with Victoria Erkhart is just too much.

  They’d never cut me off, would they? Not because I refused to marry the woman they chose for me? Surely they love me more than that?

  2

  Samantha

  The plane lands in New York and I glance out the window. Dusk is starting to settle and the sky is ablaze with colors. I’m like a zombie, going through the motions without really thinking about what I’m doing. Before I know it, I’m loading my bag into the back of a taxi and giving the driver Jess’s address.

  I glance at my big purse and see the blue manila folder sticking out of it. I turn back to the window, trying to blink back the tears that have gathered in my eyes.

  Divorced.

  God, I hate that word.

  Or rather, soon to be divorced. As soon as I sign on the dotted line it’ll be official.

  The buildings rush by us and I stare through the window without seeing anything. We’re on a freeway, and then we’re winding through streets with tall houses all stuck together. It looks just like the movies.

  It’s not until the taxi driver stops the car that I blink and take a deep breath, waking up from my daze. I pay the driver and carry my suitcase up the half dozen steps to my best friend’s front door. My arm is just lifting to knock on the door when it swings open.

  “Sam!” she exclaims. I can’t help but smile.

  “Hi, Jess.”

  “Come in, come in. Are you hungry? Your room is down the hall on the left. Here, let me take this. How are you?”

  The questions come hard and fast and I can’t keep up. I just barely am able to grasp that I’m in New York, and the blue folder in my purse is burning against my side. Jess turns around as we walk down the hall and purses her lips together.

  “Sorry. You must be exhausted. The twins and Owen are all asleep already. If you want to just pass out I’ll get out of your hair.”

  “No,” I say suddenly. Jess’s eyebrows raise. I try to smile. “I mean, I’d rather spend a bit of time with you. If you don’t mind.” I’m not ready to be alone yet, is what I mean to say. Jess understands right away and she smiles.

  “Here’s your room. Drop your suitcase and come to the kitchen. I opened a bottle of wine just in case you wanted some when you got here,” she says with a wink. I try to smile again but it feels like my face has forgotten how. Jess wraps me in a hug and squeezes me close.

  “It’ll be okay,” she whispers.

  I follow her to the kitchen and we sit at the little round table in the corner. She takes out two long-stemmed wine glasses and pours generous amounts of wine in each.

  “Welcome to New York,” she says with a grin as she raises her glass. We clink them together and I take a sip. The rich, bitter red wine fills my mouth and I sigh in satisfaction, feeling my shoulders relax right away.

  “Thank you for having me,” I finally say.

  Jess shakes her head. “Don’t be ridiculous. When you called I was ready to jump on a plane myself and go down to Lexington. You shouldn’t be alone right now.”

  I try to respond but all of a sudden there’s a lump in my throat. I lift the wine up to my lips and take the tiniest sip before putting it back down. My eyelids are prickling and my heart is thumping against my ribcage.

  “How did this happen?” I whisper, finally lifting my tear-filled eyes up to Jess. “How did this happen?”

  Jess reaches across the table to put her hand over mine. Her eyes are soft and caring and full of concern.

  “It happened when that asshole broke his vows and showed his true colors,” she responds.

  “What did I do wrong?” I ask, shaking my head. “I was a good wife. We weren’t even married three years. I cooked and cleaned and had a job and—”

  “Stop,” Jess says sternly. I glance up at her, surprised. “You did nothing wrong. Do you hear me? Absolutely nothing. Cheaters cheat, that’s what they do. It doesn’t matter who you are or what you do, it’s him who did you wrong. It’s him who did it to you and it’s him who is the asshole. Not you. You are a fucking saint, if you ask me,” Jess says as she takes a swig of wine. “I’d have keyed his car and burned all his things in the front yard.”

  I feel a hint of a smile breaking my lips. Jess glances at me and grins. Her smile fades and she shakes her head. “I thought you guys were the real deal. When I went to your wedding I thought I’d be visiting you when you were eighty with dozens of grandkids.”

  The tears prickle my eyes and I put my hand over my forehead. I nod, because my voice is gone. Jess reaches over and rubs my back, cooing and making soft motherly noises.

  “Come on, Sam. I know it’s horrible now and it feels like it will always be horrible. But it won’t. Look at the bright side, you have no kids. You have skills and drive and you can get a job anywhere. The house in Lexington is paid for, so you can sell your half to Ronnie and be done with that toxic town. You have options,” she says. I finally lift my eyes up to her and she reaches across the table to hold my hand. “So many options. You hear me?”

  “I hear you, but it still feels like my life is over,” I say. “That sounds so pathetic,” I add with a snort.

  “No, it doesn’t. It sounds completely reasonable.”

  Jess scoots her chair over and wraps her arms around me. I lay my head on her shoulder and finally let the tears flow. I cry into her shoulder as she holds me and rocks me back and forth. Finally, when the tears start to slow down I sit up. I take my wine and lift it to my lips to take a long drink.

  “You’re right,” I say as I turn to Jess. A smile starts to form on her lips. “I have options.”

  “You do. And you can stay here as long as you want to. I mean it. As long as you want
to.”

  I nod and smile. I don’t respond because I don’t trust my voice. The tears are prickling my eyes again, but this time they’re tears of gratitude and love for my best friend.

  “So,” I clear my throat when the word comes out as a croak. “So it’s the twins’ birthday party tomorrow?”

  Jess leans back in her chair and smiles. “Yes! Terrible twos,” she laughs. “I thought the ones were terrible but apparently it gets worse!”

  I laugh and shake my head. “I’m sure you’ll manage.”

  “We will,” she says with a smile, glancing down the hallway. A pang goes through my chest when I think of the partnership that Owen and Jess have. I thought I had that kind of love too—the kind of love that lasts decades. I was wrong.

  “What’s planned for the party?”

  “We’ve got a clown coming!” Jess says with a laugh. “I didn’t even know they still had clowns, but apparently you can hire them by the hour. They call themselves ‘children’s entertainers’.”

  I chuckle. “That’s very glamorous.”

  “Very,” Jess adds. “Anyways, this company is supposed to be really good. I just hope the kids like it and don’t end up traumatized and scared of clowns for the rest of their lives.”

  “Scared of children’s entertainers, you mean.”

  Jess laughs. “Yeah, right, sorry. Children’s entertainers.”

  I lean back in my chair and my shoulders relax again. For the first time since I left Lexington, I feel my body begin to unwind. Jess talks and we laugh until the bottle of wine is empty, and then she wraps her arms around me once again. I sigh into the hug and then we just look at each other and nod.

  “See you tomorrow,” she says with a smile. “Sleep tight.”

  “You too,” I answer. I walk to my bedroom and close the door, grateful that the wine is making my eyelids heavy. I might actually be able to sleep tonight.