The CEO's Baby: A Forbidden Romance

By S.E. Law

Marley: My pay as a yoga instructor isn’t much, and I’m behind on every single one of my bills. As a result, the repo man came to take my car, but I hatched a plan. It’s dirty, amoral, and sooo wrong … especially since my visitor turned out to be a handsome alpha male!


Justin: I’m the CEO of a repo company. I went by Marley’s place to take back her car, but then the curvy girl makes me an offer I can’t refuse: that sexy body in exchange for letting her keep her vehicle. The kicker? I’m not just enjoying her lush assets as payment … I’m giving her a baby along the way!


This story is a follow-up to First Time Escort and My Roommate’s Dad, except this time, it’s Marley who’s in desperate straits. But never fear, our curvy girl is sassy, feisty, and determined to find happiness in the end! Say YES to bouncing babies, handsome alpha males, and curvy ladies who get their guys. All of my books may be read as standalones, but you’ll enjoy the cameos from your favorite characters. No cheating, no cliffhangers, and always a HEA for my readers.

• Language: English
• Publisher: S.E. Law Romance Author
• Release date: Jun 6, 2021

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Marley

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Ilook down on the streets of Hell’s Kitchen while sipping my afternoon green tea. Through the windowpane, it looks like business as usual, which is to say busy bordering on frenzied. I gaze down on the tourists who flock here from all over the world to walk our famed streets. They stroll slowly, taking in the sights with cameras in hand.

I can understand their intrigue because New York City is a magnetic place to visit with its bright lights, sense of excitement, and never-ending bustle. And if I didn’t live here, I’d want to spend my weekends here too. The most frequented streets in my area, Eighth and Ninth Avenues, are lined with pubs and restaurants. There isn’t anything fancy about them, not in the least, but they’re high-spirited and happening. Music and laughter pour from open doors as crowds of young people blow off steam. There’s some form of entertainment happening almost every night of the week for whatever you’re into, whether it be music, comedy, theater, or dance. The local pride community even puts on an annual drag show at the Clifton Inn, and it’s quite an extravagant affair. I myself am not a part of the gay community, but I am a proud ally and I’ve attended the show every year since moving here.

Hell’s Kitchen is also a hub for the art and theater community. Centrally located near both Times Square and Rockefeller Center, the area attracts every starving artist and aspiring movie star on the scene, and the slew of characters adds to the neighborhood’s charming allure. For example, it’s not uncommon to see improv acts unfolding on the streets midday as you sneak back to work after a typical drawn out city lunch, and it’s very common to be serenaded by a hopeful musician belting out tunes on the saxophone, open case on the sidewalk beside them filled with a scattering of dollar bills. The streets are dynamic, changing day to day, and artist to artist.

The apartments, on the other hand, are not exactly pristine. They are still as drab as ever, leftover from their tenement days during the turn of the century. While Hell’s Kitchen is dazzling and exciting from down below with its red brick-front buildings, from my fifth story walk-up, the name begins to take on its true meaning.

The interiors of most apartments are ramshackle and rundown. And it’s not just mine. Trust me, I searched and searched for a place in reasonable shape; one without the funnel-shaped dingy grey water stains or the powder blue floor-to-ceiling wallpaper covered in dizzying floral arrangements, just barely clinging onto the plaster walls beneath them after years of neglect.

But no luck. All of the places I saw were more or less in the same state of disrepair. Still, I had to take the bait. The cheap rent was simply too hard to pass up, and while I’m not an artist, I certainly am starving. I didn’t expect for things to end up this way because I have a college degree, but I guess that’s the way it is.

Sometimes, I wish things had turned out differently. After all, I went to NYU and received my bachelor’s in exercise science. I figured I could make a decent living afterwards. There are a lot of positions in personal training, nutrition, and coaching. It makes sense, after all, because without your health, nothing else matters. It’s impossible to enjoy the wealth life has to offer if you’ve got a sniffle or runny nose.

So I started an exercise science degree with the intention of opening my own consulting business one day. I want to work one on one with individuals to tailor a holistic, well-rounded health plan for their specific wants and needs. We would set a plan for a client’s diet, exercise regime, and relaxation techniques in order to build someone up mentally and physically. You can’t have one without the others, after all.

Unfortunately, the only problem is that starting a business in New York City is quite a challenge. My senior year, I tried to get a head start on my company, thinking it would be great to get a handful of regular clients before graduation. I listed my services online and posted flyers all over the city. I even had a couple of calls come in, but most people didn’t take me very seriously. After all, I had no office space and was too embarrassed to invite clients to my shared dorm room, so I had to ask them to meet me at random coffee houses. On top of that, we also had to work around my busy class schedule. People weren’t happy about the logistics and those first few calls quickly fell off. It just didn’t work out and I never got back around to it.

I didn’t take things to heart though. After graduation I applied for a couple of personal trainer jobs at local gyms, but I had no luck there either. Every listing was looking for someone with experience and proven results, but the problem is that I just graduated. Where were they expecting me to be getting this experience?! There was frankly no solid way to break into the industry, and it’s the way the whole job market is set up. Honestly, with the way things are right now, the next generation is going to be doomed for failure.

Nonetheless, I caved and applied to teach at a yoga studio. It’s not exactly what I had aimed to do with my degree, but at least yoga holds a lot of the same values and projected outcomes I was aiming for in my personalized health plan business. I’m also really into Buddhism and several other totemic religions too, so yoga fits well with that.

After all, the overarching philosophy of yoga is that it is a way of life, rather than just an exercise routine. Yoga is about bringing peace, clarity, and balance into your body, your mind, and your lifestyle. Teaching holistically makes me feel good, and I can see the change it causes in my clients as well, so things have turned out okay actually. I enjoy what I do, and am happy to guide people on their journeys in life. The only downside to it is the pay, or lack thereof, to be more precise.

Most yoga teachers don’t make much, but they do okay. The problem is that I don’t even do okay; I do absolutely horrible. It’s partially because I’m new, but it’s also because I couldn’t find a studio in New York City that would hire me. The talent pool here is too deep, and studios are able to pick and choose.

As a result, I took a job at Evolve Yoga in New Canaan, a suburb of New York City. To be honest, it’s a nice place. New Canaan itself is peaceful and quiet, and the women are your typical suburban types: a lot of moms with strollers, and a lot of ladies who wear Lululemon day and night. But it’s not just that. New Canaan, unfortunately, is a long commute from Hell’s Kitchen, and I have to do it several times weekly, if not daily.

Luckily, after about a year of saving up I was able to put a down payment on a Honda Civic with a salvaged title. It’s a 2001 manual transmission with over 150,000 miles on it. I’m not proud of my ride, not to mention the line of credit I had to take out to get it. But it cuts my commute in half and opens me up to booking other gigs in the surrounding areas too. Otherwise, I’d be at the mercy of the NYC transit system, which is notoriously unreliable.

All this has put me in a precarious financial position. After all, I was commuting long hours as a yoga teacher, and even with a full schedule, I could hardly make ends meet. As a result, I’ve taken a second job, but it’s a secret one. Unlike my yoga stuff, I don’t announce what I do in my LinkedIn profile or social media pages.

It all started with my friend Rose. I was suffering financially even when we were at NYU, and fortunately, I met Rose early on. During our first week of school, Rose and I found ourselves sitting alone at the same table in the dining hall and awkwardly began talking. But we got along great because my friend is sassy, outgoing, and a lot of fun. Soon, we were dining together on the reg and eventually moved on from mere residence hall acquaintances to friends.

But it turns out that at some point during her college career, Rose found herself in a similar situation to mine. She went to school for art history and was quickly realizing how hopeless her job search was. Fortunately, Rose stumbled upon a simple, yet controversial, way to make money.

For years, I had no idea that Rose even had a job. Sure, she had