Marrying My Billionaire Hookup

If any of my over-protective brothers ask, I’m pregnant via immaculate conception. Otherwise, the baby I’m carrying could be the death of one hot billionaire…

Jo

After a succession of relationships bad enough to set a Guinness World Record, running into a ruggedly handsome billionaire feels like a sign. Edgar is from out of town, mesmerizing, and his voice reminds me of Louisiana heat. Just listening to him makes my toes curl. So I throw aside all caution and spend the hottest night of my life in his bed, knowing we’ll never see each other again.

Until a positive pregnancy test brings him back into my life. And now he only wants to marry me to do right by the baby, but here’s the thing...

I’ll never settle. I want what my parents have: true love. Nothing--not even the electric chemistry that crackles every time Edgar and I are together--will deter me from that goal.

Edgar

Love is like alcohol. It destroys clarity and impairs judgment. I've seen my parents making one bad decision after another in the name of love, destroying our family.

But Jo wants love before she'll marry me. So I'll approximate it. Unlike my father, I’ll make sure my child knows she’s cherished (contrary to what Jo thinks, I know it’s a girl). I'm too sensible to fall in love and disrupt my already well-ordered life, even though every second I spend with her feels like skydiving without a parachute…