At The Boss's Pleasure - Having The Boss's Baby: At The Boss's Pleasure, #3

By MD Blossom

The Last Book Of "At The Boss's Pleasure" Series..

Zac
My entire life took a drastic turn. I was a man who'd shunned romantic long-term relationships--because that's what emotionally scarred and hardened men did. Then, all of a sudden I was having a baby with a woman who I realized I couldn't live without. Was I in love? I didn't hate the idea. One problem: I didn't come to my senses until the woman I realized I love walked out on me. Now, I have to do everything I can to win her back.

April
I was done with Zac...but not really because I was still having his baby. But no more falling for Zac's charms and absolutely no more falling into his bed...I mean it this time. He'd never commit and I was tired of setting myself up for heartbreak. Then he showed up and my resolve crumbled. I'm back in his arm and kind of hating myself for being weak, but enjoying every minute of it. Zac is different now. He's singing a different tune, suddenly wanting to something more with me. I don't know if I should believe him.

• Language: English
• Publisher: MD Blossom
• Release date: Jan 6, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393935346

Book preview

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Zac

My life seemed great from the outside. Money, comfort, a cushy office overlooking Boston and an even cushier penthouse apartment. And there were the many properties and cars that I owned. There used to be a string of women along with everything else, but that changed a couple of years ago when I started sleeping with my assistant, April. I guess I had it all. I should be happy—lounging in one of my many houses, cruising around carefree in one of those stupidly expensive sport cars, spending a boatload of money—because there was plenty more to be made. I should be happy . I wasn’t. I was fucking miserable.

April hated me and wanted nothing to do with me and that alone made all of the other shit that I should be happy about pointless. It was amazing how one person’s opinion of me mattered when, for my entire life, I thought I didn’t give a damn about what anyone thought. I had always lived by my own rules and to hell with anyone else’s opinions. As it turned out I cared a hell of a lot about what April Lawrence, my former assistant, former lover, turned baby’s mother thought about me.

I glanced at April’s resignation letter sitting on my desk. It had been sitting in the same spot for three months. That’s right, three months had passed since the evening of my failed marriage proposal...since the day I realized I felt more for April than I wanted to admit. Since the day I made a fool of myself.

So, I’ve been wallowing in misery and self-pity for an entire three months. I’d missed my chance to tell April how I felt, to explain that I really wanted to be with her and not just because she was carrying my child. It had taken something drastic like her walking out on me for me to be jolted to my senses. I guess the saying is right. You don’t know the value of someone in your life until you lose them.

I’d stayed away from her mostly because I had a feeling that telling her the truth about my feelings now would appear to be a lie. She’d doubt my proclamation of wanting her in my life, baby or no baby, for sure. It wasn’t that I hadn’t seen April at all in the past three months. There had been a few more doctor’s appointments which I attended. But our interactions were so...polite, it was beyond awkward. Apart from necessary polite dialogue, she barely paid me any mind. I rubbed my eyes tiredly and sighed, flipping the wretched three-month-old resignation letter over. I had no idea why it was still on my desk.

The knock on my door drew out another long sigh because I already knew who it is. Come in, I half-moaned, half-growled because I knew that knock meant nothing good.

Christie, my new assistant, appeared. Her short raven bob swung around her head as she stuck her head around my door wearing a guilty smile. Mr. Turner?

Yes, Christie? I was already exasperated, and I didn’t even know what she’d screwed up this time.

Your eleven o’clock is here. I uh...forgot to add it to today’s schedule so you’re just finding out about it. I’m so sorry.

Gritting my teeth so hard I was afraid I’d break a few of them, I stared at Christie, willing myself not to snap. Lord knew I’d done plenty of that for the past two weeks. That’s why she was afraid to even step into my office. Without April, the place was in chaos and I’d turned into something I’ve never been—a mean boss. Christie was the fourth temp in three months. I’d fired them all...well I’d fired two and the last one had run out in tears. Apparently, I was too hard to work for. I really wasn’t. I was calm and collected when my employees did their jobs how their jobs were supposed to be done.

This is the third time this has happened, I bit out and Christie’s cheeks flamed.

I-is it? I…

Who is my eleven o’clock with?

A Mr. Copeland from Copeland Industries.

Right, I’d spoken to the man at length last week and a meeting had indeed been scheduled, which Christie failed to document on my calendar, so I completely forgot about it. Send him in, then clear your desk and be gone before my meeting is through, I said as calmly as possible.

Her lower lip quivered, and she stared at me wide-eyed. There was no