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.
Preparation
Raelynn sat on the edge of her bed, her fingers absently twisting the hem of her sweater. She stared at the floor, her mind replaying the conversation from breakfast. Why had she said yes? Why hadn't she just refused and avoided the awkwardness altogether?
She sighed, her brows knitting together. Elion had caught her off guard, and before she'd had time to think, the word "yes" had slipped out. Now, she was stuck going to some extravagant event with him, and the thought alone was enough to make her stomach twist.
"I don't even know why I agreed," she muttered under her breath.
"What was that?" Hera asked, looking up from the wardrobe where she was neatly organizing a few dresses.
"Nothing," Raelynn replied quickly, shaking her head. She hesitated for a moment before asking, "What's this party about again?"