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He said he wants to do bad things to me…very bad things.
The first time I met single dad Weston Vaughn, I thought it was my meet cute.
But it turns out, my knight in shining armor was just a grumpy billionaire in a custom suit.
After a nightmare year of losing not only my fiancé and my mother, I’m ready to start over.
And what better way than to land a teaching job at the prestigious Crestwood Academy in Chicago.
Imagine my surprise though when the handsome stranger I accidentally poured hot coffee on in front of the Eiffel Tower, turns out to be the father of one of my students.
The same stranger that made me miss my flight back home from Paris.
He might be devilishly handsome, but no amount of good looks can make up for his arrogant and bossy attitude.
It takes everything I have to plaster on a smile and deal with his antics but the school is in desperate need of his participation in our annual silent auction and I’m tasked with getting him on board.
But when he shows up on my doorstep, desperate for a babysitter, I agree…if only that was the last favor he demands of me.
Next thing I know, I’m flying to the Bahamas on a private jet with him and his daughter and sailing off into the sunset on his private yacht as the hired help.
Soon our back and forth banter goes from scorching jabs to fiery passion.
And while falling in love again is the furthest thing from my mind, a summer fling might just what I need.
Instead, I’m flung right into some dangerous drama that sees me getting fired from my dream job.
So when I decide I need space and a fresh start, he gives me one week before he shows up at my apartment and demands we stay together.
One thing I’ve learned about Weston Vaughn, he doesn’t negotiate.
He gets what he wants, no matter the cost.
Even if what he wants is me pregnant.
Prologue
Daphne
“I’m moving to Paris.”
“Right, and I just bought a house in London. We should summer together in Spain.” My best friend Xana laughs before biting into her eggs Benedict. I don’t laugh. “Wait,” she says around a half-chewed mouthful of eggs and English muffin once she realizes I’m not joking. “Are you serious?”
“Yup.”
She chews furiously, swallowing the bite. “Paris as in France? The country?”
“One and the same.”
“Why? How?”
“I don’t have it all figured out yet, but I will.” I shrug. “And you know why. The last two years for me have been a nightmare, for lack of a better word. I need a change of scenery, change of pace.” I glance out the window of our favorite brunch café in downtown Chicago. I love this city, always have, but ever since I lost my mom and my fiancé less than six months apart, it feels like this place is a haunted tomb to me. A constant reminder of what my life could have been, what it should have been.
“You can’t just up and move to another country, Daph. People like us don’t move to Paris. It’s one of the most expensive cities in the world and last time I checked, you’re not a secret millionaire.”
“I know but people do it every day.” Her lack of enthusiasm is a little frustrating, but I know it’s only because she’s worried about me. How would I feel if she just up and told me she was moving halfway around the globe tomorrow?
“What people?”
