All Chapters of I ordered a baby daddy, not a crazy billionaire. : Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

❤️Sophie❤️ I thought the worst thing that could ever happen to me was catching my boyfriend cheating on me, it actually is, but it hurts more when the person he’s cheating on me with is someone I trusted so much. Someone I respected so much. Yet here he is, Sebastian, fucking someone on Mrs Davis, our English professor's huge desk inside the office. And the person is Mrs Davis herself. Stacks of papers are on the floor around them; my boyfriend grips our professor's hips and keeps thrusting into her with brutality. Dirty moans fill the entire hallway, no one is around, the students are all gone, Mrs Davis is the only one known to go home late because she always has the most work. Every student loves her, me personally, she’s like a second mother to me, attentive, with a kind smile. I blink my eyes several times, just to make sure I'm not seeing things but they are still there, fucking, sucking, tasting. Every sound coming from their lips cut through me so deep I

❤️Sophie❤️ The man actually stares at me like I’ve lost my mind, or maybe I have. I myself can’t believe I said that, but I don’t take it back. Sebastian has blamed me for years for being so horrible at satisfying him, but this stranger here says I’m not the problem. So there is only one way to find out, letting him fuck me. The thought alone is leaving me wet already. I can feel my underwear getting soaked and clinging to my pussy. “I want you to fuck me,” I repeat, growing more confident by the second. “Hey, you are saying this because you are drunk.” I shake my head. I’m drunk, yes, but I have my brain intact. “I’m not stupid. I know what I’m wishing for. Unless, of course, you are terrible at it as well, or maybe you are just like my ex, thinking I’m not good enough.” Another laugh cuts through the air. It’s like he finds every word coming out of my mouth amusing. “You are more than good enough.” I ignore the electricity shooting through my body. “So why are you hesitati

❤️Sophie❤️ I’ve never seen my father as angry as this before in my twenty years. Yet here he is, pacing the living room with fire blazing in his eyes. While the rest of the family stares at me with their jaws on the floor—especially my mom, since I'm her only child—I can't imagine how disappointed she is right now. I can't even look at them in the eyes; my head is hung low as I stare at my folded hands on my lap. “You are a disappointment,” my father’s voice booms through the room, making me flinch a little. Tears wet my lashes. This is a stupid mistake. I just wanted to prove something, and I ended up making the worst mistake of my life. “You are not even out of college yet. What do you want people to say about me—about this family? That my daughter got pregnant without finishing her education?” My throat burns. “I'm sorry.” “Sorry?” Mom throws her hands up exasperatedly. “You need to be kidding.” Words catch in my throat, so I watch silently as my life crumbles before

❤️Sophie❤️ I stare at the screen so long that my eyes begin to sting. For a full five seconds, neither Sandy nor I breathe. Then… “Oh my God!” Sandy shrieks so loudly I nearly drop my phone. “He replied.” She squeals, bouncing on the bed, “Someone actually replied.” I blink twice, still convinced this has to be a prank. “No,” I whisper, “There is no way.” “There is a way!” She snatches the phone from my trembling hands, “Sophie, somebody wants to marry you.” I swallow hard, “What if he’s a serial killer? What if he’s broke? What if he’s eighty?” Sandy rolls her eyes, “You can’t be serious.” “ I am. I can’t believe someone accepted just like that. What if he’s ugly? Or he’s secretly married?” She lowers the phone, “You really know how to ruin a moment.” “I’m serious!” She thrusts the phone back into my hands, “Reply.” “I can’t.” “You have to.” “What do I even say?” “Tell the truth.” I glare at her, “That truth got me pregnant.” She rolls her eyes again, “Fine. Just ask

❤️Sophie❤️ The revolving doors glide open as one man steps inside. I don't know why everyone suddenly forgets how to breathe. The lobby, which has been buzzing with conversations just seconds ago, falls into complete silence. He’s tall. Very tall. A perfectly tailored charcoal suit hugs broad shoulders capable of carrying the weight of the world without breaking a sweat. His shirt is open at the collar—no tie, no unnecessary accessories—just an expensive watch wrapped around his wrist. He walks like he owns the building—actually, he walks like he owns the city. Every employee immediately lowers their head. “Good morning, Mr. Blackhood.” “Welcome back, sir.” “Your meeting room is ready.” He acknowledges no one, no smile, no nod—nothing. What a snub. Who does he think he is? He’s rich, so what? His face is ridiculously handsome in a way that should be honestly illegal—sharp jaw, dark hair, eyes so cold they could probably freeze lava. Definitely not boyfriend material, more