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She proceeded to scream as another contraction hit, squeezing my hand for dear life.

The doctor walked in just in time. “Nice to see you, Mr. Romano. Let’s make you a father.”

* * *

Less than an hour later, a pink wiggly infant was in my arms. Arianna had made me believe in love at first sight, and now—my baby girl just solidified my belief.

I looked up at Arianna, who was in the hospital bed, tired but looking even more beautiful to me right then and there than she had at our wedding.

“She’s a beauty, just like her mama,” I said.

Arianna smiled. “I think she has your eyes though,” she said. “She opened them briefly for a moment while I was feeding her.”

I placed a gentle kiss on the top her head, which was adorned with silky black hair. I may have imagined it, but for an instant, I thought a saw a smile flicker across her tiny face.

It was at that moment that I realized no matter what kind of work I did for the family, I had now just gotten the hardest job I would ever have to do. Fatherhood. Yet, I was more than ready and couldn’t wait to experience every moment of it for the rest of my life. After all, I had to someday prepare this little beauty to inherit the Romano empire. The little girl in my arms was going to be the most powerful woman the Romano family had ever seen; I was going to see to that.

I returned my daughter to her mother’s arms, and then kissed Arianna, right as a knock on the door indicated that the new grandparents had made their way over, ready to see the newest family treasure.

Say Yes, Senator

A Political Best Friend’s Little Sister Romance

By

Nicole Elliot

and

Sophie Madison

Hi Kittens,

So this book is well… you have to read it to believe it. But it’s hot. REALLY hot. Expect a lot of sexy times in these pages.

xxx

Nicole

1

Camilla

“Congratulations! You are a lucky winner of $1000! Click here to claim your prize!”

I rolled my eyes at the flashy pop-up window and closed it with a rough click, wondering if anyone fell for this shitty scam and actually clicked on it. If I had a dollar for every time I received a “prize”, I wouldn’t need the job I was desperately searching for now.

“Maybe I should give up on my dreams and work as a scammer,” I muttered.

With a sigh, I closed another website with job openings and rubbed my forehead tiredly.

I was sitting on my bed in my apartment looking online for jobs, but I had no luck so far. I was at my wit’s end, living off savings I had almost used up. If this situation continued, I would have to apply for welfare.

I refused to ask for money from my parents since they had already helped me more than enough when they funded my choice to go to school out of the state. College had been expensive, even with my student loans, but they had never complained, always willing to support the baby of the family even though their pensions had been their only meal ticket.

I had always been an ambitious person, having big dreams about becoming someone in the world of politics despite coming from a family that had no money or connections in politics. My parents had always believed in me, telling me I would become a high-ranking politician one day, and up until recently, I believed them. I had believed I was able to fulfill my dreams and do what I loved through my dedication and continuous work.

I was a straight-A student and had enough extracurricular activities to compete for any internship I wanted, and I even got my master’s degree in political science a few months ago. I was fired up and ready to start working, however, even with internships, diligence, and good grades, I couldn’t kick off my career. Dedication could only get me so far.

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