All Chapters of My Ex's Boss is My Baby's Father: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

The maid's text glowed on my phone: Mr. Volt prepared a surprise for you tonight. Come home early.My heart jumped. Three years of marriage, and Travis hadn't done anything like this since our honeymoon. I pressed my hand against my stomach, hopeful. Maybe tonight would finally be the night. Maybe we could fix whatever had broken between us.I drove faster than I should have, my mind racing. Tessy had twins now. Emma was pregnant with her third. Even the barista at my favorite coffee shop had a baby strapped to her chest. Everyone around me was building families while my womb stayed empty, and my husband grew colder with each passing month.But tonight felt different. Tonight felt like a second chance.The penthouse was dark when I arrived, except for a soft glow from the upstairs bedroom. I grabbed my purse and rushed inside, my heels clicking against the marble foyer.Roses. Champagne on ice. Soft jazz playing from somewhere upstairs.My throat tightened with emotion. He remembered.

"Prostitute?" I leaned back to look at him properly, my fingers still tangled in his hair. "Really? I thought you were a male escort. The bar's special entertainment for desperate women. Very exclusive. Very expensive."His eyebrows rose slightly, the first crack in that controlled expression. Around us, I could sense people watching, but no one approached. This man clearly had power here."I'm just here for fun," I continued, emboldened by champagne and heartbreak and the way his hands still gripped my waist like he didn't want to let go. "And if you please me tonight, I'll pay you extra."I reached between my breasts and pulled out a crumpled twenty dollar bill. The only cash I'd grabbed before Travis canceled my cards. I held it up between two fingers, then let it flutter down onto his chest."Consider that a down payment."Something dangerous flashed in his eyes. Before I could process it, he stood, lifting me with him like I weighed nothing. His arms locked around me, one under m

Tessy's apartment smelled like coffee and baby powder. I'd been on her couch for three days now, and I was starting to understand why she always looked exhausted. The twins were eight months old, and they took turns crying. When one slept, the other woke up. It was like they'd coordinated a torture schedule."Tell me again about mystery fashion week man," Tessy said, bouncing one baby while I fed the other. The little girl in my arms grabbed my finger with surprising strength, her blue eyes staring up at me with complete trust."There's nothing to tell. I had a one night stand with someone who may or may not have been an escort. I owe him a small fortune I don't have. And I need to focus on getting my life together."The baby in my arms made a small cooing sound, and something in my chest squeezed. I'd forgotten how innocent babies were. How they looked at you like you were their entire world, like you held all the answers."You're good with them," Tessy observed, watching me pat the