Chasing My Exiled Secret Baby Mama

l hangover pounded behind her temples as the blinding Manhattan morning light flooded the

lurred with panic as she stiffly turned her neck, coming face-to

he edge of the mattress to escape the crime scen

th a dull thud. Before she could scramble off the bed, the heavy arm aroun

n those sharp, gray-blue irises, only a crushing weight of scru

against his pecs, the heat of

mered, pushing agains

and rolled out of bed in one fluid motion, exposing a bro

pet, and stepped into them without sparing her a single glance,

stinging with shame. She bit her lower lip hard and scanned the

chanical watch from his suit jacket pocket, and snapped the clasp shut

e blocking the sunlight and cas

d, his voice deep and flat. "Troublesome

isted the silk sheet in her fists an

sir," she said, her voice shakin

back. He walked back to the edge of the mattress and leaned down

chin, forcing her head up as a dark

his thumb brushing the corner of her jaw, "I have very destru

ure on her jaw. She wrenched her face o

now. I need to

htening his spine. He walked over to the solid wood des

ays and put it on my tab," he told the hotel butler on the

ning in confusion as the man who had just t

custom suit jacket over his forearm

er out of the corner of his eye at the small figure curled up in the c

andle down and stepped out, the heavy

nto the pillow that still smelled like him, hot tears soaking into the cotton as the m

butler wheeled a silver cart into the dining

re you eat," the butler said with a polite bow

room, and her stomach cramped violently. She threw off

ng her head to see her tangled hair, swollen eyes, and

turned the dial all the way to cold, gaspin

ck into the bedroom and picked up her phone from the rug. Dozens of not

contacts, and pressed her trembling thu