The Billionaire's Secret Mistress

Three months after my ex-boyfriend and I broke up, I posted a pregnancy test on social media, set so only he could see it.

The next second, his call came right behind it. "Whose is it?"

"Not yours, that's for sure." I played it light.

I hung up without mercy and blocked him.

That night, the man crossed more than four hundred miles, travel-worn, and showed up at my door.

His eyes were bloodshot, like he wanted to tear me apart and swallow me whole.

In bed, he was worse, driving into me like a man gone mad.

"Whose is it? Who gave you the right to have another man's baby?"