Not That Into You

Not That Into You

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A month ago, I had the best sex of my life with a stranger at a bar. Tall, filthy-mouthed, hands that knew exactly what to do-he ruined me for every man after him. And then I slipped out before sunrise. No names. No strings. Now I've been assigned to go undercover for a major story. The target? Billionaire CEO Travis Kelce. My job? Pose as his assistant. Get the inside scoop. Keep things professional. The problem? Travis Kelce is the stranger from that night. And he doesn't remember me. To him, I'm just the new girl behind the desk. To me, he's the man who made me come so hard I saw stars-and now he's my boss. Oh, and the icing on this absolutely chaotic cake? I just found out I'm pregnant. With his baby.
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Travis Kelce has been struggling his whole life. The final straw finally arrives when his aunt kicks him out of the house. With no other choice, Travis visits the soup kitchen he frequently goes to and runs into Andrea, a volunteer that he's talked to on multiple occasions. Andrea, after learning about what happened, offers him a home with her family for a little while, where Travis meets Andrea's daughter, Taylor, and can't help but feel infatuated by her. One slight problem, Andrea and Scott would not agree with any sort of relationship between the two. ~Cause I've got a jet black heart and there's a hurricane underneath it trying to keep us apart. I write with a poison pen, but these chemicals move in between us. Are there reasons to start again?~

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