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

by Jamie Knight

  This baby.

  I rub my belly more, still not being able to grasp the reality of it all.

  “Thanks for your advice, but I don’t think I can tell him right now,” I say. “I don’t know when I can. I think I just need to decompress and take my time and think about it.”

  “No problem,” Amanda says. “I’m going to run a bath for you so you can soak and relax. Then I’ll be out of your hair. There’s no need to make any decision any time soon. Pregnancy takes nine months so enjoy the ride, because, boy am I telling you…”

  She shakes her head and stops, realizing once again that she’s not helping matters.

  “Sorry. Again. I’m not the best in crisis situations because being one of so many siblings can cause a lot of anxiety in and of itself!”

  “It’s fine,” I tell her. “I really appreciate you coming over and calming me down.”

  “Just wait until you try the bath I’m going to run for you,” she says. “You still have that bubble bath I got you for Christmas?”

  “Of course,” I tell her, having not had time to use it yet. “It’s under my sink.”

  “Okay, one relaxing bubble bath, coming right up,” she says. “And don’t you worry about anything for the next hour. The next day. The next week. Whatever! You’ve got time.”

  She’s sweet, and I know that logically, she’s right, but I just don’t know if I can take her advice. I’m beginning to feel like everything has crashed in on me and that I’ll never not worry again.

  Chapter 14 - Daniel

  It’s been two and a half weeks since Catharine stomped into the snow and out of my life forever, I guess. I’ve been telling myself to forget about her, because obviously she didn’t want to be with me and I’m not one to chase after women – it’s usually the other way around – but I can’t seem to get her out of my head.

  I don’t know what the hell happened. One minute everything was fine, and the next… poof. She was talking to that girl and then she was gone.

  Right now I’m interviewing new nannies for Charlie but none of them seem right. He says he only wants Catharine to come back. I tell him that’s not happening.

  “I’ll give you a call and let you know,” I tell the latest one, as I open the door for her to leave.

  “Okay,” she says, smiling, but she looks rather old and frail and lacking in energy to keep up with Charlie. “I’d love to be his nanny so please do let me know!”

  “No!” Charlie cries out from the living room, where he’s been hiding so that he doesn’t have to meet the nannies. “I only want Catharine.”

  “Charlie, please be good,” I tell him, embarrassed, as the nanny candidate gives me a cringy-looking expression and then leaves.

  “I’ll be good if Catharine comes back!” he says. “I promise.”

  I sigh and start to walk over to give him a hug. I know the poor guy has been through a lot lately. But just then there’s a knock at the door.

  Wondering if I scheduled nanny interviews back to back without realizing it, I go back to the door and open it.

  It’s a guy at the door. I don’t think any of the people I called in for interviews were guys, although there are a lot of gender-neutral names these days and I rack my brain thinking about whether any of the people I called could have been men with voices that sounded convincingly female when I talked to all of them.

  “Daniel?” he asks.

  “Yes. Are you here for the…”

  “You’ve been served,” he says, and then starts walking away.

  “Hey!” I yell at him.

  I wonder if my tech business has gotten into some kind of trouble. I’ll fire whoever is responsible for sloppy or fraudulent jobs like using copyrighted code or telling crass jokes in the workplace. They don’t have to sue me for it.

  The guy just keeps walking.

  “My kid’s home!” I shout out at him, annoyed, even though I know he’s just doing his job as a process server and it’s not his fault.

  He shrugs while he keeps walking away.

  Fuck.

  I rip open the envelope and scan its contents. Someone named Michelle is suing me for firing her… who have I fired recently? No, wait. She’s suing me because she got fired, but apparently she never even worked for me. She worked at the ski resort where Catharine worked…

  Double fuck.

  As I continue to read the complaint and see the details alleged about Charlie’s birthday party, I can finally put a name to the face of the woman Catharine was talking to at North Pines before she took off.

  I had been wondering who that person was. She’d looked familiar but I couldn’t place her.

  It’s this chick. And she must have told Catharine some shit about me that just isn’t true. I have better things to do than be so petty as to call a ski resort and complain because their employees were rude to me.

  Michelle was rude to me, but I’m used to it. And maybe I even deserved it. I guess I am a rich prick who thinks I can do what I want, because I can, and maybe that attitude rubs off on Charlie too much, so it’s good for someone to put me in my place.

  I didn’t appreciate how she was mean to Charlie, mind you, but Catharine smoothed that over just fine. I certainly wouldn’t go out of my way to get them fired because of it, so this girl has her story mixed up.

  I wonder where she even got the idea.

  Then I notice that the complaint says that a call was made by me to the ski resort.

  I think I know what happened. I just hope I can fix it.

  Epilogue - Catharine

  There’s a knock on my door and I wonder if Amanda has come back to check up on me. It’s been a few days since I told her what was going on.

  I’ve taken my phone out several times, with the intention of calling Daniel to tell him the news and to ask him for his side of the story instead of only relying on Michelle, but each time, I get cold feet. Or, cold fingers. Fingers so cold they can’t possibly dial the number they’re supposed to dial.

  “Amanda, I’m okay…” I start to say, as I open the door, but then I see that it’s not Amanda.

  It’s not Sally or Gia or any of my other friends, either.

  It’s Daniel.

  “I’ve been meaning to call you…” I start to say again, but he’s picking me up and carrying me into my apartment!

  He puts me up against the wall and says, “I didn’t get you fired.”

  “You what?” I ask, almost forgetting about that thing I was so mad at him about, because I’ve been worried about how to tell him this other thing I think he’ll be mad at me about.

  “I called the resort to find out how to contact you. But that’s it. I think I fucked up bad, though, because there were rumors about our little tiff that had happened, and the resort thought I was calling to find out who you were so that I could lodge an official complaint or something, so they asked around to find out more details about what had happened and then they fired you and Michelle so that if I made the complaint, they could say they’d already taken care of it.”

  “Oh,” I say, but his lips are on mine, and I can’t get any more words out.

  “Don’t talk,” he says, grabbing my ass cheeks and squeezing. “Just let me fuck you. I’ve been wanting to so bad. It all makes sense now and I swear I didn’t do anything to get you fired. Or I didn’t try to or mean to, anyway.”

  “Okay,” I manage to get out, before he kisses me again.

  “Can I fuck you?” he asks me. “I want to fuck you.”

  “Yes, but…”

  My pussy is already dripping wet and he’s ripping off my skirt so that he can put his hands in between my legs and feel it.

  “Okay, good, since you clearly want me to fuck you, don’t talk. Don’t say a word until after I’m done fucking you.”

  “Okay,” I say again, thinking, if you say so. But just remember this when you find out what it is I want to say.

  He hurries to take his belt and pants off and then he pulls my p
anties over to the side. He looks down at my pussy while he’s rubbing my clit and says, “Oh my God, I’ve missed your pussy. I’ve missed seeing it and playing with it and tasting it and fucking it.”

  “I’ve missed you too,” I tell him, but he puts his fingers in my mouth and I start sucking them.

  “You’re such a bad little girl, sucking my fingers like that, but I love it,” he says, as he enters me, his cock as hard as I have ever felt it.

  It feels so good to have my pussy stuffed by his big cock again. I’m instantly drenching it as I slide all around on it. He grabs my ass and then bites my nipples, gently.

  “I need you. I need this,” he says.

  “Oh, my God, I’m going to cum,” I call out, grabbing onto his shoulders and clawing at them with my nails.

  “Me too,” he says, and I can feel him pulsing and throbbing inside me.

  He doesn’t even bother to pull out, and I don’t bother asking him too, since I know we’re way past that point. I don’t know what his reason is, other than pure lust and being caught up in the moment.

  “Mmm,” I moan, and at the same time, he grunts as he spills his seed inside me.

  His cum shooting out into my pussy while my own juices are dripping all over his cock feels so good.

  He carries me over to the bed and we lay down next to each other, panting.

  “That was hot,” he finally says. “Now can we please get back together?”

  “Yes,” I say, “but I need to…”

  “No buts,” he says, putting his finger over my mouth. “I want you without limitations or restrictions. I want you to be my girlfriend, my fiancée, my wife, whatever you want to be. Charlie’s step-mom. Maybe Charlie’s adopted mom if we can work that out somehow. And I even want us to have a baby. It’s why I came in you. I need to claim you and knock you up so you can never leave me again.”

  “Well, that’s good,” I say.

  Finally, he stops talking and looks at me.

  “Why do you say that?” he asks.

  “Because I’m pregnant,” I tell him. “That’s what I’ve been wanting to tell you. I’m sorry it took me a while to work up the nerve but I didn’t know you’d have this good of a reaction. I’m pregnant and it’s yours, of course.”

  “Fuck yeah!” he yells out, which was definitely not the reaction my cold fingers were expecting all those times they refused to dial his number. “That’s great news. Charlie will be so happy to have a baby sibling! And even more than that, he’ll be happy that you and I are back together!”

  He kisses me, and I kiss him back, amazed.

  “So, was that, like, a marriage proposal?” I ask him.

  “It sure was,” he says, twisting my hair in his hand. “If you want it to be. I mean, I’ll have to get a ring, because I wasn’t sure what was going to happen, but that’s no problem, of course, and then we can be engaged. I just want to make us official in some way. I want to tell the world that you’re mine and you’re having my baby!”

  “Okay, then,” I tell him, “let’s wait a bit on the engagement, just for a more natural progression of things, but I promise I’m not going anywhere ever again. I’m sorry I believed stupid Amanda over you. I promise I started doubting her and believing you wouldn’t do that but I just couldn’t bring myself to work up the courage to talk to you about it.”

  “It’s okay,” he reassures me. “It took me getting nearly literally slapped with a lawsuit to figure out what had happened and come talk to you.”

  “So she really did sue you!” I say. “That bitch.”

  “It’s okay,” he says. “My insurance will fight it and you’ll testify on my side, of course.”

  “Is that why you came here?” I ask, jokingly.

  “Yep. This is all a bunch of fake excitement over being the father of your baby, just so I can convince you to testify for me and not for Michelle.”

  I laugh and nuzzle my chin against his broad, strong chest. I feel safe with him holding me, and I feel it’s right where I belong. With him, and Charlie, and our baby.

  “I love you,” he says, and then he touches my belly. “And I love our little baby too.”

  “I love you, and Charlie, and our baby, too,” I say, and put my head up for one more kiss before drifting off into what I think will be the best post-Christmas miracle sleep ever, because I’m living the best dream I could ever ask for come true.

  THE END

  Bad Intentions

  A Fake Fiancé Romance

  Too Bad It’s Fake Book 3

  Copyright © 2019 Jamie Knight Romance.

  Jamie Knight –

  Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author

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  Chapter One - Noah

  I’d always been told that the greatest fear amongst most people was public speaking —even more than death. I wasn't quite in a state of existential dread, at least not yet, but hearing that I was winning the Governor’s award for my charity work with the politically oppressed and would have to make a speech in front of hundreds of people certainly grated on my nerves. I liked things to be just right, and this night had to be perfect.

  They had informed me of the award well in advance. Not only that I had been considered for this year's gala, so I could show up just in case, but that I had actually won. It was both considerate and disappointing at the same time. But at least I had a few weeks to find a date and invite most of my family — not that I really wanted them to come.

  Really, an award for charity work struck me as a bit odd in general. Growing up, I was told that charity was its own reward and had my mother quoting that the left hand wasn't supposed to know what the right hand was doing. An attitude making me fairly sure that she wouldn't be all that impressed with my recognition and certainly wouldn't want to come to the awards gala.

  However, she would kill me if I didn’t ask.

  Deciding to put the worst call first, I picked up my phone in my office at Howell and Howell Law Firm and dialed my mother, who was one of the few people in the northern hemisphere to still have a landline. I had gotten her a cellphone for Christmas a few years ago, but according to my sister, Mom used it primarily as a paperweight to hold open her recipe books while baking. She was always quite resourceful when it came right down to it.

  “Hello! This is the Wells residence. How can I help you?” Mom nearly sang when she picked up the phone. She was always so proper. I could just imagine her standing in the drawing-room of our family’s hundred-year-old mansion, clutching her designer pearls.

  “Hi, Mom,” I started.

  “Noah, darling! How are you? Don’t tell me that you are calling to say you have to work on Sunday again. I just won’t hear of you missing another family dinner.”

  “It’s not that, mother,” I said, hedging my bets. “Listen, I have news.”

  “News?”

  “Yes.” I leaned on my desk and took a deep breath. “I’m getting the Governor’s award for my charity work. You know, for the legal cases I’ve been doing for free for those jailed for unfair political reasons and those denied basic human rights.”

  “Such good work,” Mom chimed in sweetly. “You know what your grandfather used to say—” She hesitated a second so that I would repeat the words with her— “Because we Wells were gifted with wealth, it is our job to help those less fortunate.” She tittered, sounding like a strange little bird. “But always within reason. No need to give away the family fortune.” It was a line that she liked to repeat often and always thought it was a great hoot. I, however, wondered how anyone could spend the whole Wells’ family fortune. There was plenty of money for generations.

  I sighed and ran my hands through my hair, making a quick mental note to get a haircut before the week was up. “Anyway, I was calling to see if you and father would be interested in going to the gala. I would understand if you want to decline.”

  I was hopeful that she would decline. My fantasy of the evening was so much smoother without
my family there.

  “Of course, we will attend, why wouldn't we?” she asked, sounding confused.

  Boy, was I wrong. Damn.

  “I don’t know. It’s just not that big of a deal.” I started to regret calling at all. However, Dad was friends with the governor and would find out about the award one way or another. Then there would be hell to pay.

  “Not a big deal? It will be in all the newspapers, darling.”

  “Of course.” I had forgotten that the Governor’s Gala was one of the biggest events on the socialite calendar. There was no way Mom was going to miss having her picture in the paper — she could rub it in the noses of all her snooty friends. “I thought, you might be too busy to go,” I said, back-pedaling like a unicyclist going down Everest and not wanting to get in a fight about the importance of the family’s reputation.

  “Oh, I see, no nothing like that. We'd all love to go over here, even your sister, and I’ll invite that nice Gina you used to go out with. I always liked her.”

  A shiver ran through my body, and I slumped into my desk chair. Not Gina! That would be a disaster.

  Gina Wentworth was my ex — known for the past year or so, as she-who-must-not-be-named. I had tried to make it work with Gina; whose family was close friends with mine. I’m not one to give up easily — just ask my triathlon coach — but in the end, it was apparent that it was not going to work out. I just wished it hadn't taken her having a threesome with my two best friends to make that clear.

  Of course, Mom didn’t know about that. Clueless about our problems, she continued to try to fix Gina and me up at every possible opportunity.

  “Oh, hell,” I gasped under my breath.

  “Watch your language, young man,” Mom scolded.

  “What?”

  “Asked innocently,” she mocked. “You said, h-e-double hockey sticks bent.”

  “Sorry.”