My Baby Daddy Isn’t Human
"Listen, buddy, your cock was the last thing that got inside me, so unless I’m having some kind of miracle baby, yeah, you’re the father. Congrats." — Raelynn had one goal that night—drown her sorrows in cheap whiskey after getting fired from her job. What she didn’t plan on was two surprises: one, a steamy night with a ridiculously good-looking stranger, and two, a $10,000 check for her the next morning. Jackpot, right? Wrong. Nothing could’ve prepared her for the biggest surprise of all—she’s pregnant. And the father? None other than Elion Vaelorian, the country’s richest and most powerful businessman, with a face that could melt ice... and a personality just as cold. What Raelynn doesn’t know is that Elion isn’t just any man. And the baby she’s carrying? Let’s just say it’s far from ordinary, and its existence could shake the foundations of the world she knows.
Dinner and Boundaries
The last rays of sunlight had disappeared, leaving the sky a deep indigo speckled with stars. In her room, Raelynn sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers brushing over the soft fabric of the quilt. She looked around at the few things she owned, now unpacked and neatly tucked away. It hadn't taken her long—her life packed neatly into a single suitcase.
"Guess I travel light," she muttered to herself, a dry smile tugging at her lips.
The room suddenly seemed even emptier. Shaking her head, she stood and stretched, rolling her shoulders. Her muscles ached slightly from the tension of the day, and she decided a bath was exactly what she needed.
Heading toward the bathroom, she had just reached for the doorknob when a knock echoed through the room. She froze, blinking in surprise, before Hera's voice came from the other side.
"Miss Moore, dinner is almost ready," Hera called.
Raelynn sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Come in," she replied.