Ohio Bound: With His Baby

fter shoving Ethan Lest

nds of shouting and a huge splash echoin

y fight with Sabrina Fuller, her stupid,

at Ethan, my voice raw with

d one of the most powerful men in New York City and his soo

me in a second. My phone was a tracking device.

bored. She eyed my handbag. It was a limi

dred cash for the bag,"

on

from the glittering party without a second glance. I found the nearest main road and flagg

o, the five hundred dollars feeling thin in my pocket. The

rince, Ethan Lester. That was the public story. The private one was that I was his gi

spectacularly b

he city lights blurring into streaks. My life in New York was ove

e memory of how it all s

, drowning in debt from my liberal arts degree. I was trying

uiet authority. Ethan Lester. I' d seen his face in the ta

t. As I turned to hand him the cup, I stumbled, and the entire sca

d, I'm so sorry," I sta

. "Mr. Lester! I am so sorry! She's f

ked at me, his dark eyes unreadable. I stopped apolo

. He never even looked at my manager. He jus

s card. "Send the clea

ked out, leaving a stu

ted to see me. I thought he'd changed his mind, that he was going t

the sky. He was sitting behind a huge desk, loo

ue you," he said, w

, my voice bar

ering yo

"A job? D

istant. You'll be available to me when I need you.

The salary was at the

This is... this i

on unchanging. "I require a certain...

eetings. It was about scheduling me. I was broke, desperate, and t

powerful, cold man

ept,"

nabel Jenkins, barista, ended. My