When a one night stand leads to an unexpected pregnancy Sofia Smith doesn't know who to go to. she tried to find the man who got her pregnant but he is nowhere to be found 6 year later, fate brings them together Joe "Devil" Collision is the boss of the biggest dangerous mafia in the world, he has no time for romance nor is he looking for it, but when he gets an unexpected call for a deal, he comes face to face with the woman he couldn't forget but had to. FOR MATURE AUDIENCE ALL COPYRIGHT RESERVED ^^^^^THERE ARE ERRORS THAT NEEDS TO BE FIXED, WE ARE SLOWLY DOING THAT^^^^^^

I stood outside his door, suddenly nervous. I knocked and heard a gruff 'come in' before stepping into his office. He didn't even look up at me when I entered. "I'm pregnant." I blurted out. He continued writing, not paying me any mind. "Take off whenever you feel like it, then. Lisa will escort you out." I reeled back, anger creeping up my spine. He thought I was one of his employees. "It's yours." I stated and that's when he froze, looking up at me for the first time since I'd entered the room. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Arielle Fortunato is the heir and daughter to the famous Italian billionaire, Antonio Fortunato. She wants for nothing and the press says the line of suitors she's dismissed is almost as long as the ones she entertains, which is false. Daxton King is the CEO and founder of Kingston, Inc. He's an overachieving billionaire and a sought after bachelor. The press says he will sleep with anything that walks and he always, ALWAYS uses protection. So when Arielle Fortunato struts into his office, claiming to be carrying his baby, he automatically assumes she's after his money.

They say love is unexpected. The best kind comes naturally. You'll learn to accept their flaws, as well as their perks. When Jacob Perez meets his new housekeeper, love is the absolute last word he'd use to express his disgust for her. Will that change? Join him and Aliyah Johnson on their story of heartbreaks, joys, and tradegies. DO NOT READ IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE STRONG PROFANITY, PLEASE AND THANK YOU.

*Being Edited, will also upload edited chapter once they're all edited* I wrote the first part of the book when I was much younger, there will be errors and things I will be taking out in the edited version. So please don't comment on my mistakes. Warning: Mature themes within book What could a poor twenty-one-year-old girl offer a self observed twenty-seven-year-old billionaire? Simply, one year of her life to help him gain the last company his father owns. But could Serena survive one year with Jason? Could she survive it without falling for his good looks and heart he hid so well? Well, it'll be hard for her but she needs the money for her future and to pay off debts. Could the sexy billionaire open up his heart to his fake wife? Or will he keep it closed off? SlavesToMrGrey2016 All story rights belong to me. Do NOT copy my story, I worked hard to make it. *Pictures included in this book are not mine. Including the cover photo, I found them on google #1 in Marriage 12/12/18 #1 in Inspiration 01/09/19 #1 in Passion 02/15/19 #1 in Contract 03/28/19 #1 in Millionaire 06/06/19

{#1 in teenagers} {#2 in fiction} {#2 in popular} "You better not tell anyone about this." "Aw why not? I'm sure your fandom of desperate girls would love to know that their precious prince charming needs a babysitter." I smile innocently back at his death glare. "I'm serious, nerd. I could make your life hell." ------------------------------------------------------------ Marnie Jones is an ordinary 11th grader. Her only intentions are to get good grades and save money for college with her babysitting job. Everything is going to plan. Until she gets a job babysitting the high school bad boy, Zeke Blakely. The two come from complete different social groups, and Marnie automatically hates Zeke and his big ego and cocky attitude. He's a player. He's dangerous. He's reckless. She's safe with an overthinking problem. As the two are seen hanging around school together, attention gets drawn to Marnie. Which she hates. But she also catches the eye of a handsome jock, too. And why, you ask, does a 17 year old boy need a babysitter? You'll have to read to find out. WARNING: contains vulgar language and mature scenes.

"Promise me." Two words can't hold you prisoner... unless they're the only things that keep you attached to your dad...when he was sane. And Marcy Jensen NEVER breaks a promise. Not when it involves her precious brother and only sibling. Not when it's her only motivation to keep struggling. Not even when it drags her to being the 24 year old maid for the worst man alive. No. A promise is a promise....or a prison.

"What are you thinking about mia cara" he asks me causing my thoughts to drift back to me kissing his jawline. "N-nothing" I stutter cursing myself at how breathy I sounded even to my own ears. I watch his mouth curl up into his trademark smirk quickly glancing over with an eyebrow raised. "Didn't seem like nothing when you were eye raping the side of my face mia cara" he responds almost mockingly trying to rile me up. Feeling bold and teasing, I open my mouth to share my thoughts. "Well if you must know, I was thinking about leaning over and placing a trail of feathery kisses along your jawline" I say nonchalantly pretending to examine my finger nails. I hear him suck in a breath and cursing before I feel him pullover on the side of the rode. "That's it" he whispers huskily turning off the engine and reaching his arm over to lift me off my seat. He places me on his lap and I shift around trying to get comfortable but I can tell my movements weren't helping. "God damn it mia cara, you're gonna be the death of me" he whispers, his Italian accent coming out as he smashed his lips on mine. The kiss was nothing but aggressive, our hunger and need for each other evident. His hands grip my hair and pull my head back slightly to give him better access to my mouth. I break away to catch my breath while I begin peppering kisses on his jawline grasping his hair and tugging his head back to get more access. I easily elicit a growl from him and I teasingly bite his neck slightly before pulling away completely. I attempt to get off his lap and back into my seat but his iron grip keeps me still. "Mia cara, will you be mine" he asks huskily, his face expressing his nervousness as well as hope. I smile from ear to ear before giving him a sweet peck. "Of course you idiot" I say smiling for ear to ear.

I took a sip of my drink and then felt a presence beside me and I turn to look. "You don't give up do you," I stated. "No, I don't. You look like you need some company" He mocked. "Well, I don't." I reach for my purse in my bag and took out $35 dollars. "Hey, Steve, here's my bill. Keep the change." I smile as I place the money on the counter for the bartender to take it up. I turn back to my unwanted stalker. "I'm going home." "To an empty bed?" "No to my dog and her puppies." "So much better company than talking to me, I guess." "Oh, yeah. So much better." He shakes his head. "You have a great night," I said standing up from the stool. "How can I when you're not coming home with me?" he smirks. "If you look around there are many single, desperate woman ready to take your offer." "I don't want a single, desperate woman." "Well lucky for you, they are married women here as well." Previously Known as 'Dial S for Sex'