Dear Mr. Chairman, I Want to Have Your Baby: OTT Enterprises

By Isla Chiu

I have a crush on Mr. Lee, the chairman of the board at O'Connell, Thompson, and Taylor Enterprises, the company where I clean.

One night, I get a little tipsy and blurt out to him, "You're so freaking hot. I want to have your baby."

FML.

To my surprise, he ends up taking my words seriously...

***A standalone story in the OTT Enterprises series featuring alpha male businessmen and the women they want to make theirs. Warning: this story is full of over-the-top instalove! Enjoy!***

 

WORD COUNT: 4,500

Excerpt:

 

"I'm sorry for inconveniencing you," I say. And I'm sorry for saying I want to have your baby. I'm too embarrassed to say the second apology out loud.

"You're not an inconvenience." He touches my hair, causing electricity to go through my body. Should he be touching my hair like that?

But I can't deny that a part of me likes him touching me.

He nods at the food. "You should eat before your breakfast gets cold."

For some reason, he stares at me as I eat. I'm tempted to ask him, What are you looking at? But I don't want to jeopardize my job any further, so I eat in silence. Fortunately, the food is delicious enough that I'm (mostly) able to ignore him.

After I finish my orange juice, I let out a breath and tell him, "Um, I'm sorry about what I said last night. It was unprofessional, and I hope it won't affect my employment — "

"I don't want you working anymore."

I blink. "What?"

"I don't want you cleaning the office anymore."

Tears sting my eyes. I want to shout curses at him, but he is justified in firing me. I drank stolen champagne on company property. I'm considering going on my knees and begging him to reconsider his decision when he says:

"I can't have the mother of my children be on her feet all day."

• Language: English
• Publisher: Isla Chiu
• Release date: Jun 21, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201450762

Isla Chiu

When I manage to tear myself away from taking Buzzfeed quizzes and watching unhealthy amounts of TV, I write romance and smut. My works feature alpha males, sexy times, and/or my sarcastic sense of humor. I hail from Cleveland, aka the best freaking city in the world, and believe LeBron James is the perfect human being. Despite all of my efforts, I have never truly been able to quit caffeine. My problematic favorites include Taylor Swift and Gone with the Wind. I love to hate/hate to love k-dramas. If I say I’m on a diet, I’m just lying to you and myself. One of these days, I'm going to get hypertension from an excess of salt, both literal and figurative. If I'm awkward around you, I probably don't know what to say to you and/or I think you're hot. And despite what anyone says, Forrest Gump so deserved that Oscar over Pulp Fiction. 

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Dear Mr. Chairman, I Want to Have Your Baby

OTT Enterprises

Isla Chiu

Published by Isla Chiu, 2021.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

DEAR MR. CHAIRMAN, I WANT TO HAVE YOUR BABY

First edition. June 21, 2021.

Copyright © 2021 Isla Chiu.

ISBN: 979-8201450762

Written by Isla Chiu.

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Dear Mr. Chairman, I Want to Have Your Baby

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