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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.

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Not Getting Caught

Grace hurried through the parking lot towards her car, her mind racing with the urgency of returning the missed call. Just as she was about to unlock, her phone buzzed in her bag, and she fumbled to take it out, hoping it was the same call she had missed.

Without hesitation, she breathlessly answered, "Martins?" barely giving herself time to catch her breath.

"Hey, babe," His voice sounded through the phone, his tone gentle with the hint of a smile.

Annoyance bubbled at the sound of his smile, taking away every relief she had felt at the sight of his call. "I called you last night." She said.

"I know. Good morning." He greeted, aiming to dislodge the annoyance in her voice, but she wasn't having it.

"I called you several times, Martins, but you didn't you answer."

Martins sighed, not with annoyance, but rather with patience. "You know why I couldn't take your calls, Grace. I was busy."

"Busy at home?"