Knocked Up by the Callboy
“You paid me to fuck you raw, Lilah. Now you’re carrying my baby… and I’m nowhere near done with you.”
Lilah Moreau wanted revenge.
After catching her politician fiancé balls-deep in another woman on the night of their engagement party, she did the one thing guaranteed to destroy her “perfect fiancée” image.
She hired the most expensive, most sinful callboy in the city.
No names. No strings. Just one night of filthy, no-limits sex.
The man who showed up was pure sin — tall, tattooed, brutally dominant, and dangerously skilled. He fucked her like he owned her. He made her scream, beg, and come harder than she ever had in her life. By morning, she left ten thousand dollars on the nightstand and disappeared without a trace.
Four months later… she’s pregnant.
And the callboy is back.
Except he isn’t a callboy at all.
He’s Damien Vale — ruthless billionaire, CEO of Vale Capital, and a man who never forgets what belongs to him.
Now he’s standing in her living room, eyes dark with raw possession, one large hand possessively rubbing over her slightly swollen belly.
“You ran from me once, little wife,” he murmurs, voice low and filthy. “Paid me like a whore and thought you could hide my child from me. Cute.”
He leans in, lips brushing her ear:
“Time to pay up properly… with this sweet pregnant pussy, every single night.