My Wounded Billionaire

Never fall in love with a wounded hero…



Since I turned thirty, all I can think about is having a baby.

Someone of my own I can love.

Someone who won’t break my heart.

But I don’t want another relationship ever again.

I thought about going to a clinic.

But I like the idea of knowing the identity of the father of my child, even if we’re not an item.

So I pick Marc. Or Fitz, as everyone else calls him.

He’s tall, handsome, healthy – apart from his injured back – hardworking, kind, and loyal.

I’d be happy if my child were to grow up like him.

So I ask him if he’d agree to be a sperm donor for me.

To my disappointment, he says no.

He does say he’ll be happy to get me pregnant the old-fashioned way.

According to him, extended foreplay increases the man’s productivity.

I think he just wants to get me into bed, but I’m willing to give it a try.

Do I go ahead with it?

There aren’t any drawbacks to having a quick fling, surely?