Knocked Up by a Billionaire

I slept with a stranger in a tux. Now he’s my baby’s billionaire father.

Spencer Devereaux was nothing more than a fairytale.

One night. One secret I swore I’d never tell.

But when I slipped out the next morning I didn’t know he was Cash Banks, my brother’s oldest friend.

And I definitely didn’t know I’d end up pregnant.

I tried to contact him. To let him know. Honest.

But one wrong digit—and a photo of him with a woman and child—convinced me I was just a mistake.

Now here he is, in a tux at my brother’s wedding.

And I’m the bridesmaid on his arm, hiding my deepest secret.

I try to stay distant. But he’s at my table, on the dance floor, in my head.

Then I let him romance me in Paris.

He holds my hand like he’s never letting go. I don’t want him to.

The only problem? I’ve still not told him the truth.