So Much Trouble: Bad Boy Forbidden Love Romance Collection (So Wrong It's Right Book 4)

by Jamie Knight

  With that, both Anne and I had to stop and stare at Ted a little more closely.

  Had he figured out how we had started out?

  I rolled my eyes again, trying to act less worried than I felt.

  “You know, I’ve been looking into patient files, and it turns out that one of our patients is named Anne McAllister, just like your girlfriend here,” Jim continued. “Isn’t that a coincidence? You would hate for word to get out that you had knocked up one of your own fertility client patients, now wouldn’t you?”

  “I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I told him, feigning ignorance while I tried to think of what I could do to shut him up.

  Just then, I heard someone else approach, and looked up to see Sheila standing there beside us.

  “Yes, Sheila?” I asked, grateful for the distraction and extra time to think that her surprise presence provided me, but confused about why she was here.

  “Excuse me, but I couldn’t help but hear through the front and back office open window that you two are discussing a patient…”

  “…of Amy Renfro’s?” I jumped in and asked, seeing where she was going with this.

  I would just have to stick with the original plan I’d made when I’d transferred Anne to Amy’s care, and insist that she was Amy’s patient, not mine. Sure, it still looked bad that she was a patient of my clinic’s, but there was nothing prohibiting me from getting with a patient I wasn’t actually treating.

  “That damn Amy!” Jim exploded. “I tried to ask her for information, and she wouldn’t give me any of it. Obviously, she’s loyal to the Big Boss. She has no integrity, just a ruthless desire for money, like you.”

  Of course she’s loyal to the boss, you dipshit, I thought, but didn’t say anything.

  Instead, I sent a silent prayer of thanks to Amy.

  But then Sheila interrupted yet again.

  She was also giving me eyes, as if to tell me to shut up and go along with what she was saying, so I did.

  Point taken, Sheila, I thought to myself, as her eyeballs nearly fell out of her head.

  “Actually, yes, it was a patient of Amy’s but what I’m trying to explain to Dr. Thomas is that she is actually a different Ann McAlister. Believe it or not, there are two of them, with the same spelling.”

  I nodded to Sheila as the light bulb came on in my head. And from the look on Anne’s face, she was realizing the same thing.

  Sheila had thought of the perfect out. It was true that the other Ann McAlister had come here, and I had even made a wooden toy for her child. My Anne had told me about the mix up with the voicemails, and had said that the other Ann said “hello.”

  At the time, we had gotten a good chuckle out of it, and remarked to each other about what a coincidence it was, but I hadn’t even thought to use it as an out against Jim’s campaign to ruin me.

  Amy wasn’t even here at the time that Ann used our services, but Ted didn’t need to know that part. I appreciated Sheila’s little white lie about that, after I had stupidly volunteered extra information on an irrelevant point because I had wrongly assumed what Sheila had been up to.

  “Damn it,” Jim said, obviously upset. “Just when I thought I had something.”

  “See you around, Jim,” I told him, as I took Anne’s hand, and winked at Sheila, who beamed happily back at me. “You’d love to know where we’re going right now. By love, I mean, you’d hate to know.”

  “Where are we going?” Anne asked.

  I’d told her to meet me at my office so I could take her to dinner, but I hadn’t told her where we were heading.

  “That’s a surprise, my dear,” I told her.

  With that, we took a limo back to the restaurant I had brought her to on our very first date – the one that I had privately reserved and which had caused Jim to hate me, since his own private reservation for that day had gotten bumped.

  Anne was very surprised indeed.

  But she was even more surprised just before dessert, when I got down on one knee and held up a large diamond ring.

  “Anne McAllister – spelt with two ‘n’s and two ‘l’’s, just so we’re both sure I’m talking to the right one,” I clarified, and she laughed, as tears of joy streamed down her face. “I love you and am happy to spend the rest of my life with you, as the father of our child, and as your husband, if you’ll have me. Will you marry me?”

  “Yes!” she called out, and I swooped her up into my arms.

  Being careful not to squeeze her baby bump too tightly, I spun her around, kissing her passionately.

  “I thought you’d never ask,” she said, teasingly.

  “Well, at first I thought we should have a big wedding a year or so down the line, after the baby gets here and we’re all settled in. And I still think that’s the best plan – timing-wise, at least, although maybe it would be best to have a smaller, more intimate wedding, so we can enjoy it more – but I started thinking there was no reason not to be engaged right now. I couldn’t wait to make you my fiancée.”

  “I love it!” she said, as we kissed again. “And I love you, my fiancé.”

  “I love you, too,” I said, as the waiter brought our crème brule.

  Afterwards, we strolled through Central Park, arm in arm, with no carriage ride this time, because Anne was afraid it could be too rickety and hurt the baby. I didn’t feel like sounding too “doctor-y” and explaining that it would be fine. I thought it was cute that she was so concerned about the little angel’s well-being.

  “Oh, crap,” I said, remembering something I had meant to do. “I need to let HR know to give Sheila a raise! That was some fantastic cover she provided for us back there.”

  “It sure was,” said Anne, laughing. “And we’ll also have to thank the other Ann.”

  “Yeah, I think I’ll call Sheila and thank her now,” I told her, and then I did, as soon as we were back in the limo.

  “Dr. Roberts,” she said when she answered, in an almost scolding tone. But it had her usual sense of humor in it, as if she was teasing me. “It’s late. And I know you took Anne out on a nice date. You didn’t have to call me.”

  “I know I didn’t, but I wanted to,” I told her. “I wanted you to be the first to hear the good news.”

  “You proposed to Anne,” she guessed, correctly of course.

  “You really do have the right answer for everything,” I responded, laughing. “And listen, I want to thank you for what you told Jim. I really appreciate it.”

  “That asshole needed to get off your back,” she stated, with conviction. “As I heard him go off on you and your gorgeous, pregnant girlfriend – whoops, sorry Dr. Roberts, fiancé; you have to give me a little time to get used to that now – the wheels in my mind starting churning and I remembered how when you had told me to transfer three patients of yours to Amy’s roster, you had seemed a little weird about it.”

  “Weird?” I asked, wondering if I should feel offended or not.

  “I mean, it just seemed like it had come out of nowhere, but now I know why,” she continued. “But it stuck out in my mind and I also remember that at first my search in the system pulled up the file for that other Ann McAlister, because I had spelled it wrong. But when I looked at the dates of referral I realized it couldn’t possibly be the same patient you had meant, so I tried some other spellings until I found her. I remember thinking how strange it is that two Anne McAllisters had come to our clinic.”

  “That is strange,” I told her. “But, small world, I guess. And it was smart of you to use that as cover against Jim. I never thought to do it.”

  “Well, that just goes to show you that people are smart in different ways. I can’t directly help get people pregnant, but I can assist with all the office work,” she said.

  “You’re right,” I agreed. “But I think that what it really just goes to show is that sometimes a receptionist is smarter than both a doctor and a lawyer, combined.”

  She laughed, and I was glad I had called h
er to thank her. I had also already shot off an email to HR from my phone, instructing them to give her that raise.

  “Bye, Sheila,” I said, “Anne says hi. The one with an ‘e.’”

  “Bye, Ted,” she said, laughing again. “Have a good rest of the evening with your new fiancée. Tell her I say hi back.”

  I hung up the phone and held Anne’s hand, right on her belly, thinking about what a good night we’d had and how excited I was to meet our baby and spend the rest of our lives together.

  Epilogue - Anne

  A year later, Ted and I were getting married, in a small ceremony in Larchmont. Sometimes it was still hard to believe that all my dreams had come true.

  As I walked down the aisle, I nodded to our guests who were standing as the music played. Squinting into the sun, I could see that my parents were there, and they weren’t even looking at their phones for once. Ted’s were there, too, as well as his siblings, as was Judy, and her boyfriend.

  She had finally found love, in the least expected of places and with the least expected of people – just as I had. And it wasn’t even with the guy who had played Prince Charming during that date she wouldn’t shut up about. For that reason, among many others, I was particularly happy for her. But that’s a story for another time.

  Ann McAlister was also there, along her daughter, Cassie. I had become pretty close friends with her as I filled her in on everything that had happened after she had let me know about Ted’s voicemails. And Cassie still adored the doctors – Ted and his other doctor friend, Tom, who was also here – who made her the wooden toys every year on her birthday.

  And next to them was Sheila, who was holding Hope, our baby daughter. Ted and I had named her that because in each other, we had finally found what neither of us ever thought we could ever have.

  I reached out and took her from Sheila’s arms, giving her sweet face a lot of kisses as I paused in my trip down the aisle. She cooed at me and smiled, making me smile back at her, just as she always had a way of doing.

  Her auburn curls – a mix between her dad’s shade of hair color and mine, although she had definitely gotten his full head of locks – fell on my face. Her green eyes shone brightly.

  And to think that I hadn’t had to use that donor with green eyes in order to get them.

  It was a good thing, since she was definitely a daddy’s girl already, even though she loved me to pieces and the feeling was mutual. It had to be, considering that I had gone through a 48 hour labor to have her and was still nursing her around the clock, or at least it felt that way.

  Now that I was a mom, I realized what a sacrifice parenting was, and I certainly didn’t envy single mothers, which ironically is what I had planned to be, but I wouldn’t trade it for the world. We lived here in Larchmont now, and I had opened up a small practice doing legal research and writing for other lawyers, specializing in appeals, since Judy and I had gained quite a reputation winning the appeal of the supposedly unwinnable case.

  It kept my schedule flexible and allowed me to work from home, without having to go argue in court at a moment’s notice. I enjoyed all the time I could spend with Hope. I also enjoyed not having to be a billable hour drone anymore – or at least not for anyone but myself.

  Ted’s practice here was thriving, and we lived in an embarrassingly huge house, which had seven bedrooms. Ted liked to joke that we’d fill them up with lots more kids who were also conceived the old-fashioned way.

  Speaking of Ted, he was waiting for me at the altar, so I knew I’d best hurry up to him and make this official.

  “Mommy loves you,” I told Hope, as I handed her back to Sheila. “And so does your daddy.”

  As Ted and I exchanged vows, I knew my luck had changed for the best and that I would be forever happy.

  ***

  Later, all the wedding-related events were over. We had danced with Hope at the reception, and her little head started drooping between both of our chests, so I went and nursed her to sleep in the hotel room where she would be staying with Sheila for the night.

  I had pumped some bottles of breastmilk for her in advance, and it was the first time I was leaving her with a caretaker overnight. But it was for a very good purpose – to be alone with my husband on our wedding night.

  We had decided to wait until Hope was older to go on our honeymoon, so that she could stay behind with relatives to watch her. But we were planning a trip to Europe as a family prior to that, so that Hope could travel for her first time.

  I kissed her good night, but she was already asleep, snoring soundly, with a little smile on her angelic face. So, then I hurried to meet my new husband in our honeymoon suite.

  He was already inside the room, but when I knocked, he came out to carry me over the fake threshold. He put me down on the bed and immediately started ripping my wedding dress off.

  “You’re not wasting any time, are you?” I joked.

  “Nope,” he said, completely seriously. “I couldn’t wait for my new wife to get in here so I could ravish her.”

  Once he had my dress and his tuxedo off, he slid my panties to the side and put his finger in me, just as he had done that first time in his office.

  “I claimed your virginity and every time I fuck you is just as good at that,” he said, nuzzling my ear with his mouth.

  I was dripping wet, my aching pussy wanting his cock so badly.

  “Take me, husband,” I told him. “And do whatever you want with me.”

  “Your wish is my command,” he said, pinning my hands back onto the bed and getting on top of me.

  It was sweet, for him to make love to me missionary style on our wedding night. And it was also sexy.

  My heart pounded quickly as he pushed his hard cock into my pussy while kissing my neck. He smelled faintly of the booze we’d served at our open bar reception, mixed with a breezy scent from our earlier outdoor wedding, not to mention the cologne he always wore, which was a delicious odor I always associated with him.

  He grabbed my ass from underneath while I arched my back to give him better access and let him further into my pussy. He was filling me up, stuffing and cramming me with his cock. He stretched out my legs and wrapped them around his naked, muscular back.

  I couldn’t remember ever feeling him this deep inside me. He was stretching me to my limits, pounding the back of my pussy while its walls grabbed onto his cock, and I was loving every second of it.

  “I’m going to cum,” I told him, as a current of electricity traveled throughout my entire body.

  “Good, cum on my cock,” he said. “That feels so good..”

  We weren’t using birth control, having decided to make another baby as a sibling close in age for Hope. Perhaps a little brother. Or two sisters would be cute.

  But I wasn’t thinking of that as he pounded me deeper, in and out, over and over. I was scratching the back of his neck and calling out, “Ted, I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” as I only felt that I was in pure bliss and ecstasy.

  “I’m going to cum too,” he said, and due to the throbbing sensation of his cock inside me, I could tell.

  He emptied himself into me, both of us panting, until we fell back on the king-sized bed, spent and exhausted, but both feeling very happy.

  “That was amazing wedding night sex,” he said.

  “And it was an amazing wedding,” I added.

  We told each other we loved each other, for what felt like the hundredth time that day. But I could never get tired of saying or hearing it.

  I smiled in the darkness, as I lay on his broad, strong chest.

  As I thought of our daughter sleeping in another room of the same hotel, I smiled even bigger. I kept thinking of that word. Amazing. It was the perfect way to describe it.

  What an amazing life the three of us had found together – and I could only wait to see what the future would bring us.

  THE END

  Secret Pet

  His Pet Book 4

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All rights reserved.

  Jamie Knight –

  Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author

  Chapter One - Mandy

  I have a pretty big secret. It’s the kind of secret that I never want my bosses to know about. The kind that could get me fired on the spot and — that is a big AND — cause me to die of embarrassment. I can’t get caught, but I also can’t stop doing what I am doing. It’s become addictive.

  I know that my office building at McKenzie Tech is filled with cameras and I know that the big boss is always watching. His wife, Reese, is one of my best friends and she told me there are cameras in almost every room in the building, except for the bathroom — Kane McKenzie isn’t that much of a lurker.

  What I didn’t tell Reese is that I know there are no cameras in the basement. I know, because I have looked…extensively. That is one of the advantages of being the low man on the totem pole in accounting — and no, I’m not referring to my height of only five foot. Yes, I am short. Get over it.

  As the lowest associate on the accounting floor, it’s my responsibility to file all the hard copies of the paperwork. I’ve been at McKenzie Teck for two years, and I am still in the same job. I don’t ask to move up. I have turned down promotions. I could use the raise but not to the point that I can give up my daily secret that comes when I go downstairs — alone — to file things.

  About two weeks into my job when I started here, I noticed a sanctuary in the building, a darkened, unfinished area of the basement, where no one goes, and it’s quiet and cool. I took it upon myself to explore this area. In my head, it became mine. My special, secret area for…well…release.

  I wouldn’t call myself a sex addict. I’m more of a connoisseur for fine vibrators. I’ve been looking on websites and trying to find my favorite for years—since my last relationship ended, with a bang. A few months ago, I totally lucked out when my other best friend, Eileen, got married to a guy who owns tons of adult toy sites. Now I get discounts to help with my addiction.