Page 29 of The Baby Contract With My Hot Billionaire Boss

“She’ll look twice,” Ethan replies. “Now, let’s go.”

He was right, actually. Not only did Olivia look at me twice but we hooked up that night and several times thereafter …

And it was the start of a whole lot more.

More parties.

More girls.

More trouble.

But a whole lot more fun.

“Are we going to the party at the Westons’ this weekend?”

“No,” I reply and Ethan gives me a strange look. “We’re having our own.”

“Will we be able to compete, do you think?”

“Oh yeah.”

That was the start of it. That first party while we were juniors in high school. Competing with a party thrown by the most popular kid in school. But we managed to pull it off.

The kids who didn’t come to our party were jealous the next day. Because everyone who had come was talking about how great it had been. And before we knew it we were throwing parties every weekend. And they were packed.

By the time we graduated, it was a no-brainer to open up a club. And this place … this was the product of all those years of hard work. Of building up a client base that was right there when we opened and making sure to keep things going even through some of the rough spots.

“Dude, you keep going off in your own little world. What were you thinking about this time?”

“The Ward,” I reply with a grin and he shakes his head, practically beaming himself.

“That’s a name I haven’t heard in years. Remember when we created that?”

“We couldn’t come up with anything more creative for our parties,” I laugh and he sinks down into the chair across from me.

“Man, I haven’t thought about how we got started in ages. But damn did we have fun, huh?”

“Things were so much simpler back then. The guests drank whatever cheap booze we bought. We played music off the CD player you got for your birthday back in middle school …”

“And we got to make out with all the hot chicks,” he continues, and we both laugh.

“Yep. Those were the days.”

“Though, to be fair, I think we’re still making out with all the hot chicks.” He shrugs like it’s no big deal but I know he definitely loves the perks of this place. And the old one.

“Yeah, some things don’t change.” But I glance toward the window and from this angle I can just barely see Emma moving across the floor. Some things do change. And Emma … she’s one of the things that’s changed around here. Definitely for the better.

Chapter Fourteen ~ Emma

Isn’t pregnancy supposed to be okay at the beginning?

Like, you’re not supposed to be feeling super tired and sore and everything this early, right?

So why am I all of those things and more?

Why does it feel like so much effort to get through my shift?

And since no one knows yet I can’t let on that anything is wrong. Not to mention I don’t want Chris to know because then he’ll try telling me yet again that I shouldn’t be working.

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