So Wrong
A Second Chance Fake Marriage Romance (Heart of Hope Book 3)
Ajme Williams
Contents
Description
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Epilogue
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of authors imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. The following story contains mature themes, strong language and sexual situations. It is intended for mature readers only.
All characters are 18+ years of age and all sexual acts are consensual.
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Description
One plan.
One fake marriage.
One big disaster.
Everything about Dylan melts me.
He’s more than that ripped chest… those strong arms.
The best thing about him is his daughter.
The daughter that I babysit.
He shares Maisie with his ex-wife.
But I see the concern in his eyes.
He wants his daughter to be loved, to be safe.
…and he needs my help.
A fake marriage with me would win him the custody battle.
The only hiccup?
I let him take my V-card and get me pregnant.
I shouldn’t have kept it a secret.
Now, I have a baby and divorce papers on the way.
After all, our relationship was always fake…
Or was it?
Prologue
Dylan Hyatt was nearly perfect, with his flawlessly sculpted body, sexy smile, and most attractive of all, the love he had for his daughter. But he was wrong about me. The reason I was still a virgin at twenty-three had nothing to do with waiting for Mr. Right, although if I was, he would be Dylan Hyatt. I wasn’t a prude nor a believer in fairy tales of saving myself for marriage, although I’d admit I enjoyed fantasizing about true love where Dylan was concerned. It was probably why, for some reason, I’d just confessed that I was a card-carrying virgin.
“I’m not waiting for my life mate,” I said, digging my thumbs into his shoulder blades as I massaged away the tension. I wondered if I could release more than his tension and make him forget his ex-wife.
“Then what are you waiting for?” he asked with a groan and sigh as I felt his muscles begin to relax.
“Opportunity and desire.”
He turned, shifting to sit looking at me. We were close, and I bit my lower lip to stop a groan as I got a front row seat to his magnificently full mouth.
“I find it hard to believe you haven’t had both already.”
The way his eyes shifted down to my lips made my mouth water to taste him. I was one misstep from embarrassing myself by launching into his arms. “Opportunity, yes; desire, not so much.”
“You don’t feel desire?”
My entire body tingled with it.
“I can’t imagine there aren’t plenty of good-looking guys on campus,” he finished.
I shrugged. “Desire isn’t just about looks.” Not for me anyway. For someone like Dylan, maybe looks were important. After all, his ex-wife was a model. I wasn’t ugly, but I wasn’t in her league.
“So what gets your engine going, Tessa?”
He was teasing me, which made me feel even more like a dumb school girl for the fact that I was ready to rip his shirt off and run my tongue over every hard plain of his chest.
Even feeling silly, my libido decided to test the waters. “Sculpted pecs.”
He smiled playfully, but shifted as if he was uncomfortable. “You should come to the gym. We’ve got lots of those.”
“Kind. Smart. Funny.” I took a breath as I prepared to say something that would either lead to losing my V-card once and for all, or humiliating myself. “Someone like you.”
His gaze, which had been lingering on my lips, jerked up to mine. He stilled, and I immediately prepared myself to run out of his home feeling like an idiot.
“Me?”
I nodded, or at least I tried to. I was paralyzed.
“I’m too old for you.” His voice lowered, not in volume but in pitch. At least he didn’t seem revolted.
“Six years isn’t that big of a difference.”
“In life experience it is.” He looked down. “I’m a divorced single father.”
“So?”
He lifted his head, and I saw a resolve to send me off. “So, you’re a young woman with her life ahead of her.”
I rolled my eyes. “You make it sound like you don’t have anything to look forward in your life.”
“I have baggage. A lot of it.”
“Maisie isn’t baggage.” I spoke softly, feeling like he was withdrawing from me.
“She’s the best thing in my life. My life is hers now. Totally and completely. I have nothing to offer a woman. You deserve to have a man who does, especially the first time.”
I frowned. “So you’ve given up on ever finding love again?” I could accept that I wasn’t the woman for Dylan even if I wanted to be, but I couldn’t believe that someday there wouldn’t be a woman that would make him and Maisie happy. I’d hate that woman even as I would be happy that he’d found love again.
“I’ve had step parents.” His eyes darkened in a way I hadn’t seen before. Clearly, something happened to him as a child. “I won’t put Maisie through that. And I certainly don’t want my heart stomped on again.”
As I stared into his dark eyes, my heart went out to him. I hated the people in his life that had hurt him and made him fearful of love.
“How come men are able to have sex because it’s enjoyable, but for a woman it needs to be some sort of fairy tale?” I asked.
“It doesn’t.
