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About the Book:

Knockingher up was not on my to-do list that one night 6 years ago…

She was the stunning, sassy waitress at a charity dinner at The Four Seasons.

I was the admittedly grumpy prick that night who unfairly lost my cool when another server spilled a drink on me.

Angelica defended her co-worker and stood up to me like no one else in my life ever would’ve dared.

Her boldness was irresistible.

That coupledwith her gorgeous smile and curves I hungered for.

I knew at that moment I needed to claim her and make her mine, even just for one night.

I always get what I want, and Angelica was no exception.

We had a scorching hot one night stand and I never called her again.

Kind of a jerk-move, but relationships were never my thing.

Now six years later,our paths have crossed again.

She’s sitting across from me, more beautiful than I even remembered.

But she’s been keeping a secret - I’m her baby daddy.

A six year old girl with blonde pigtails and my hazel eyes.

I never thought that one night could end up being what would change me into the man I know I need to be…

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Chapter One: Angelica

If sex grewlegs and developed a shitty personality and spectacular bone structure, it would be this man.

A sneer mars his chiseled features, contorting his sharp cheekbones and emphasizing his lips. Somehow, they still look soft and inviting, the top lip a little fuller than the bottom and distinctive with its bow shape. I have to crane my neck to look into his face, and with the light from the chandelier framing his halo of unruly, dark curls, he looks like something Michelangelo himself would have carved. Eyes like storm clouds glare down at me, rolling with annoyance and anger. Instinctively, I step between him and Camry.

Are you equipped to tackle a man who looks almost twice your size in height and weight, Angelica?

He lifts one perfectly groomed brow at my action, and my stomach swoops low like some sort of trapeze artist.

No, you are not.

“Well?” he says, and my cheeks warm with annoyance at his tone.

Still, I have to quell the urge to shudder as the rich baritone of his voice washes through me. Deep and husky, it distracts me from our current predicament. Why are we here again? Am I supposed to be angry with him about something?I almost forget he’s spoken to me until Camry squeezes my fingers again. I squeeze back.

“Well, what?”Dear God, get it together. I’m squeaking.

“Well, is she going to apologize for spilling my drink?”

I blink. “She was trying to before you snapped at her,” I say, words tipped with anger.

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