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Married To Mr. Vice

Kimberly Campbell, a beautiful and goal driven financial analyst, knew exactly what she wanted for herself, and a baby didn't make the list. It was a huge stray from the big plans, and the commitment a baby required, she was certain she could never afford. With no one to blame, there was only one victim — the stupid glasses of Vodka that had led her into the arms of a man, whose first name was all she knew. Nicholas. Nicholas Vice loved nothing more than being in charge of his own life and decisions. And he was more proud of the casual and mutually-beneficial relationships with little to no commitments he enjoyed. But disappointment came in shocking waves when his father gave an ultimatum to marry his favorite and soon-to-be promoted staff, or risk losing his inheritance. Vexed and certain there was a ploy somewhere, Nicholas vowed to expose the gold digger who was trying to ruin his life. With determination in his heart, he took up his temp role at the head branch. But the unexpected twist occurs when Nicholas discovers that not only was his 'supposed bride' his one-night stand, she was also pregnant. Taking advantage of 'the' situation, he proposed a deal, the only one he believed would get him out of his father's ultimatum — a contract marriage. Marriage for a year in exchange for her pride and reputation.

Roesy_Moore · Urban
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81 Chs

Confrontation

Nicholas stepped out of his car, the crisp night air greeting him as he closed the door gently. The date with Kimberly had been unexpectedly...delightful, save the slap he had almost received from her.

The shock and horror on her face when he kissed her still looped in his mind as he walked up the stone path to his family's sprawling estate. And if it weren't for his prompt indication of the paparazzi stealing shots of them, he'd swear he would have lost a tooth or two.

Kimberly was not his everyday kind of girl. As a matter of fact she was unusual, and he was slowly coming to deduce she didn't like happenstance. The kiss has told him that, as well as his proposal of marriage.

He stopped just below the small steep of stairs that led up to the porch, and he pored his gaze across the house. The house loomed in front of him, grand and silent, its windows dark save for a single light in the living room.