Bought

Working at the Encore Club was never in my plans. But I needed the job if I was going to eat and have a roof over my head.

But the one thing worse than handy wealthy as f**k assholes, was my dick of a boss who has a habit of manhandled waitresses.

Enter Reece Kingston, the richest man at the club, with an intolerance for degradation-outside of the bedroom. My knight in dark armor swept in to save the day.

He's too old. Too much of everything I should stay away from. 

But getting evicted and sleeping in my car resulted in him making me an offer I could not refuse. Sell my soul, fulfill his needs, and he'll take care of me.

It was a business arrangement, but I should have known the moment he called me his little kitten that it would not be that clean-cut.

A month into our arrangement, I missed my period. How would I tell a man in his fifties, hellbent on no strings attached, that he was about to be a father?