Milk and Mirrors

Milk and Mirrors

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Alina becomes a temporary live-in maid for Dr. Flynn Herdman, a bovine geneticist with a penchant for experimentation. Will she resist the animal within or succumb to the hucow trying to emerge? 18+
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Sperm bank.....Artificial Insemination.....a life without a partner...living a simple life with her kid and later on adopting a dog...baking cakes and maintaining her business. Tiara had planned it all and had already taken the first step. But Fate had other plans. Find out what happens when the donor finds out Tiara, a successful baker and café owner, was the mother of his baby and he decides to enter her life and be the Dad that Tiara had never planned for. Will destiny bring these polar opposite people together or will Tiara's insecurities and Adrian's life throw them apart? ************************************************************************************* Shaking, I asked him, "Who are you and what do you want from me?" my hands had started sweating badly. This time he did not answer. He stood up straight, smirked, and then turned towards his right. I thought he was finally going to leave, but then, he walked right over to the open space in the counter, came to my side, and leaned down in my face. He slowly slid his left hand in my hair, tucking my locks behind my right ear, and softly placed his right hand on my stomach; making me absolutely freeze in my chair. He smelled really good, with a minty, fresh breath, and an unknown smell that I guessed belonged to him, then moved his lips right on my ear, making it look as if he was kissing it, but then he whispered out the heart-stopping words: "Sweetheart, I am the father of your baby.... Férneis to moró mou, tin agápi mou!!"

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