Billionaire Baby Secret

By Nikki Steele

How can love survive when a baby changes everything?

When my no-good cheat of a boyfriend dumped me, it was the best thing that ever happened. Because that night, I met Chase.

He's everything my boyfriend wasn’t—charming, well-spoken and holy cow he's good in bed. That first night, at the karaoke bar, he had me singing twice—first, on stage, and then later in his bedroom.

For a curvy girl like me, he's a dream come true. I get shivers just thinking about him—our first kiss changed my definition of reality.

But—and here's the thing—Chase doesn’t want children. Not such a big deal, unless you've just found out you're pregnant to the ex-boyfriend.

I know who I want to be with. I think Chase wants to be with me too. So what the hell do I do now? If I tell him about the baby, it will ruin everything.

Billionaire Baby Secret is a standalone romance with a happy ending.

But be warned: this book is so hot it will have you fanning yourself (and looking for your closest karaoke bar).

It contains smoking hot action between a curvy BBW and a gorgeous Billionaire, and includes sizzling scenes which are for adults only.

Read it only if you enjoy smoking hot romance, secret babies, classic music, sexy billionaires and curvy women learning to stick up for themselves!

This special edition was previously sold as the Song for the Billionaire box set. It includes a BONUS alternate cover as an exclusive extra!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Nikki Steele
• Release date: Dec 13, 2016
• ISBN: 9781540102423

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This Book has an Accompanying Playlist

Music is a large part of the romance and storyline of this series. You are not required to listen to anything to enjoy the book, but if you would like an interactive experience, listen to the music discussed in certain chapters as you read!

Keep your eyes out for the [music] link at the start of appropriate chapters if you have a multimedia accessible device, or feel free to queue the songs up now.

Part 1

Chapter 3

The Rose – Bette Midler

Chapter 5

Over the Rainbow – Judy Garland

Swanee – Judy Garland

The Man That Got Away – Judy Garland

Part 2

Chapter 2:

Running bear – Johnny Preston

Love shack – The B-52’s

Surfin’ USA – The Beach Boys

Chapter 4:

Memory – Cats

Chapter 5:

Mr. Mistoffelees – Cats

Part 3

Chapter 4:

Tomorrow – Annie Soundtrack

Chapter 6:

All you need is love – The Beatles

Part 4

Chapter 2:

Tainted Love – Soft Cell

Chapter 5:

Moon River – Audrey Hepburn

Part 1: A Song for One

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Curvy Rachel lives with her obnoxious boyfriend. She has derailed her self-esteem to such an extent, she’s convinced she’s not worthy of anyone else.

That all changes on the night of her birthday, when he breaks up with her, and she meets a handsome suited stranger with a sexy English accent.

The stranger treats her like a goddess, and she quickly finds herself falling for him. They even share a mutual love of music, one of Rachel’s secret passions. After he convinces her to sing karaoke, a romance quickly blossoms...

Chapter 1

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I sat in the bar, alone in a crowd of people—there’s no lonelier feeling in the world. Unless it also happens to be your birthday.

I’d been so excited when I came home from work to find Dan getting ready to go out.

For my birthday? I’d asked. These days he didn’t want anything to do with me unless he was horny or needed something. Even then, the last time he’d pushed himself on me had been a week ago.

For your—yeah, sure. For your birthday, he’d agreed. I’d been thrilled.

I only realized my mistake when we arrived to find his friends already there, and my friends nowhere to be seen. One of them had sent him a text to say they were having a good time—I hadn’t even factored into the occasion.

He was at a table with them now, laughing it up on the other side of the crowded room. If I’d arrived home 15 minutes later, would he have even been there at all? I’d lost track of the number of beers he’d sunk already.

I finished my first and only drink, running my hand through red, slightly brassy hair. Was I no longer attractive to him? Was that it? He’d been a big fan of my breasts when we’d first started dating—they were larger than most, though I had the hips and backside to match.

Tonight I’d tried to play up what I felt were my strong suits—my favorite bra and a low-cut sweater; just a hint of makeup to bring out blue eyes and gloss to make my lips pout. Not that Dan cared. Or at least, not that I would know until four o’clock this morning.  

I took a deep breath then stood up, pushing through the crowd to where Dan and his friends were sitting. Hey, sweetie, I said, tapping him on the shoulder.

What’s up?

Nothing, just wondering if there’s room at the table for me? Thought I’d join the conversation.

Uh, there’s no more chairs.

I could bring one over?

He screwed up his face. No, I wouldn’t bother—we’re being really boring. Why don’t you go back to the bar and buy yourself another drink?

It’s kind of boring-

"I said, go back to the bar!"

I fought the urge to stomp my foot. Why did you even bring me here? I asked.

Whatever. He turned back to his friends and must have rolled his eyes—one of them snickered.

I walked back to the bar with as much dignity as I could muster. I didn’t even stiffen when, amongst the snickers, I heard the word dragon lady float across the crowd. I’d known I would end up back here on my own—if I hadn’t, why had I left my coat over my stool to save it?

What was wrong with him? What was wrong with me? Why was I still with him, after the grief he put me through? He’d been the result of a drunken night that had turned into an on-again, off-again relationship. We’d been living together these last two years, ever since I’d been promoted from secretary to legal assistant, and he’d had too many bills to pay.

I’d liked living together, at first. I’d always wanted to be the kind of girl who could say things like ‘I live with my boyfriend.’ But the magic hadn’t lasted. In fact, it only ever seemed to come back these days when I brought up the subject of him finally paying rent.

I eyed the line of bottles behind the bar. Should I just drown my sorrows? I seriously considered it. Maybe I could drink until I didn’t feel anything anymore. It would be an expensive night, but it would be worthwhile. Hell, it was my birthday—Dan spent enough of my money, maybe I should spend some on myself.

I ordered a Manhattan, then handed over my credit card.

I’ll take care of that for the lady, a voice said on my left. It was deep; with an English accent that sent shivers down my spine. I’d always liked English accents.

Green eyes sparkled at me when I turned. Um, thanks, but...

It’s your birthday. Let me buy you a drink.

How did you know it’s my birthday?

The stranger tapped the side of his head. He had a dark shock of hair and sexy three day stubble—the kind that was intentional, not just the result of a couple of late nights. Psychic, he said, quirking a grin at me.

I laughed. "No, really. How do you know?"

He laughed again, and this time shrugged. There’s a ‘Happy Birthday’ button on your coat. I took a chance when I saw the pretty face—figured even if I was wrong you’d probably accept the offer anyway.

My face turned as red as my hair. I could feel it burning. Oh. Um... One of the girls at work made me wear it. I reached for the clip, thinking to remove it.

No, leave it on. It’s fun. He smiled.

My hand lowered. How could I refuse when he radiated charm like heat from a furnace?

And then there was that smile. It quirked up just a little more on one side than the other, crinkling the corners of his eyes. What’s your name? he asked.

Rachel, I said, extending a hand.

He took it. I’m Chase. It’s very nice to meet you... and happy birthday.

I blushed again, and raised my glass. Thanks. I looked surreptitiously over toward Dan, both relieved and disappointed when I saw him looking the other way. What would he think when he saw his girlfriend hanging out with a handsome stranger? I fought the urge to wave at him—draw his attention. Maybe a little jealousy would do the a-hole some good.

Can I ask you a personal question? I asked, attention back to my new friend and his very sexy accent.

Shoot.

Are you British?

He laughed. What was your first clue?

I didn’t know how to react to the laughter at first. I’d often drawn laughter from Dan, but... this was warm and genuine. I realized with a start that for once, I wasn’t being made fun of. I gave a tentative smile, which produced an even bigger one in return. It was your hair, I said, feeling brave. Definitely not your accent, at all. He burst into another round of laughter, and this time I joined him. It had been a long time since I’d laughed.

He sipped his own drink—a gin and tonic, perhaps; it was clear, with a slice of lemon. Would you believe I’ve had a lot of people ask me if I was Australian, recently?

I frowned. Really?

Yes. I don’t think we sound at all alike, but maybe to you Americans I’m all ‘strewth’ and ‘crikey.’

I laughed again, then sighed. Thank you for the drink, and the laugh. I really needed both on my birthday.

My pleasure. He met my eyes with a cheeky grin. I’ll be a gentleman and not ask which birthday this is for you.

A very wise decision, I said, raising an eyebrow.

I’m sure I’d get it wrong anyway. I tend to get dazzled by beautiful women—one smile and I’ve forgotten what it is that I was going to say.

I blushed, thinking desperately for something to say before my skin burned to a crisp. Um... so what brings you here? It’s a little late for a business meeting, isn’t it?

He frowned, not quite understanding where I was going.

Your suit, I replied. It looks much too expensive to just wear on a night out.

He laughed. This old thing? he asked, picking at his tie. The clip holding it was gold, with a double ‘G’ symbol on the front, the two letters facing each other in a mirror image. "I guess I am sort of on business, when I think about it."

I looked around suspiciously. This isn’t one of those hidden camera shows, is it? That would be just my luck.

The question made him laugh again. If it were, would I tell you?

That made me laugh again, too. I seemed to have laughed so much with this stranger—Chase, his name was. It felt unusual. It felt... good. "Good point. So what do you do for a living?"

He shrugged. I work in the music business.

What, are you at the bar for the music?

Something like that. They’ve got a competition on later. Sometimes I like to come listen, scout new talent.

I eyed his drink. Sounds like fun.

It has its perks, he acknowledged with a smile. Would you like another drink? I’d love to hear what you do.

I hesitated. One drink might be a kindness, but two was flirting. I really should tell him I had a boyfriend, even if my heart did sink just a little at the thought.

I looked in Dan’s direction. He’d just chugged a beer and was wiping foam from his upper lip. Classy. Then a waitress passed. He pinched her backside, saying something suggestive which made her giggle, before pulling her into his lap. With his arm around her and his friends cheering him on, he fished in his pocket and presented her with a $50 tip.

I frowned. Dan didn’t have any problems talking to pretty strangers. And it certainly didn’t look like he was telling her he had a girlfriend.

I turned back to Chase and smiled. I’d love a drink, thank you. It’s so rare to find real gentlemen these days.

Chapter 2

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My second Martini had just arrived when there was a brief feedback loop over the loudspeakers. A man stood up on a stage beside the dancefloor to address the crowd.

All right, ladies and gentlemen! In just five minutes we’ll be starting tonight’s karaoke competition!

Ooh, karaoke! I grinned.

Have you ever done it before? Chase asked.

I shook my head adamantly. I love to watch it, but I don’t do it.

You don’t like to sing?

Did I like to sing? Did I like to sing? I sang in the shower, in the car, in the living room when I was home alone. Whenever I got the chance, I sang! Just not in public.

Eh, yeah, kinda, I said. I felt like I owed him more of an explanation. Can I tell you a secret? I mean, I know we just met and all, but... I don’t think I could.

Why not?

I... um, I don’t like crowds.

Stage fright?

I swallowed, nodding. Even the words brought out beads of sweat on my forehead.

He took my hands, the first time we’d touched. They were strong hands; warm after my cold drink. Listen. I’ve seen a lot of people sing in my time. Some pretty famous people too. Did you know Barbara Streisand suffers from Performance Anxiety?

No.

He nodded. Robbie Williams, too. He cancelled his 2006 Stadium tour because of it. Chase shook his head. "Let me tell you, that was a headache. He looked down at my hands in his, and then squeezed them. Anyway, the point I’m trying to make is that stage fright is more common than you’d think. But if Barb had let stage fright rule her life, you wouldn’t know who she was. And Robbie? Well he had a set-back, sure, but he got back up there in the end. Does that make sense?"

I guess so, I said hesitantly.

"It’s an irrational fear. Nothing bad is actually going to happen if you get up there and give it your best. Barbara got over it. Robbie went back to doing tours, too. If they can do it, so can you."

I guess so...

Besides, it’s your birthday! Chase exclaimed. "I won’t make you do it. But you should treat yourself to a new experience. Who knows? You might win."

I laughed. I doubt it—I’m probably horrible. When people did come upon on me singing unawares they always said I was good—but didn’t people always say that, out of kindness? When they’d asked me to sing again, I’d never been able to do it.

Believe me, I’ve seen a lot of bad karaoke in my time, Chase said with a grimace. I mean, really, really awful stuff. You couldn’t possibly be worse than that. His face took on a cheeky grin as he let my hand go and leaned back. Besides, it’s a great excuse to picture everyone naked!

I giggled, an image of Chase, naked, springing unbidden to my mind. He looked like he’d have a good body. He’d be muscular, but not too bulky—the kind of body you just-

I cleared my throat. Fine. I’ll give it a shot, I said hurriedly. Just don’t come crying when your ears start bleeding.

He applauded, quietly chanting my name as I slid from my stool, drink in hand, and walked to the stage.

How does this work? I asked the man running the show.

The book with all the songs in it is over there. He pointed to a huge ring-bound folder sitting on