One Night, forever mine

Morning Aft

apartment like an interrogation lamp, unforgiving and blinding. She wince

apsing on her secondhand

s. The man. Jaxon. The penthouse suite. The way he made h

his kiss. Then her stomach clenched, not

sip of the bitter brew. "It was just a one night stand. No names, n

e a one-night stand. He felt... dangerous.

ow much her bod

s and her oversized hoodie. She had an interview to prepare for, a

hat the hell is wrong with me" she yelled and scolded hersel

. Every stranger she passed, every man with a strong jawline and sleek suit made

he di

interviews, disappointment, and a pit

takeout. But when her favorite chicken biryani

nt cold. Her

plate, then at her reflection

d laughed nervously, "

ught was al

t i

ent hell of a 24-hour pharmacy, staring at

ought

e warning flares, her knees g

Positive

ts sat mocking her on the counter. Her stomach churned,though

laughing in a way that cracked at the

had flings and hangovers. She had a one-n

of things always

I did and now I'm fucking pregnant

still flat, still innocent. "Wh

gh to crucify her with just one look. Her ex was long gone and definitely not the type

red. "The one time I

oogle tab full of 'how to raise a baby alone' articles. She read one

ath it, buried so deep she almost didn

o

yet. N

ready to fe

g her hoodie sleeves and praying she wouldn't run into anyone she knew. When

st sat

amphlet and whispered kind words, Ma

alive, too fast. And she stood

pun like a car

find him. She

ow nothing about, except that he

bed and opened her laptop.

ithin seconds, she foun

ltiple properties, including Noir, O

d. Her hea

magined it. He was

ared back at her: the same eyes, the sa

dropped t

eaking bi

sharp, slightly

a rich, untouchable playboy. Of course she'd gotte

laptop shut an

o his office and say, 'Hey, remember me? I'm the girl

ach turn

or, one hand drifting to her abd

just her s

as t

rd it was... Jaxon C