‘I’m going to be a daddy,” he says. The look of wonder and amazement on his face is worth a thousand pictures.
“Yes, you are, how does it feel?” My heart swells when I see how happy he looks.
“It feels great. We’re done with this tour. We’re cutting it short. You need your rest. We need to build a nursery. Oh God, Addy, we need a house.”
“Charlie. One thing at a time. We have nine months.”
“I love you, Mrs. Maxwell.” He leans down and kisses me. I feel terrible but I’ve never been happier and I can’t wait to start our family life together.
Coming Together
Blurb
Reese and her best friend had a dream that they buckled down and made come true, not long after graduating from high school. Reese was the girl that was determined, self-sacrificing, and very picky about the men she dated. She was a virgin, hell-bent on having the perfect first time with someone she could consider to be in a long-term relationship with. However, after spending years taking care of the dogs at her animal business, and never going out, Leena pushes her to take a chance. Little did she know as she adorned that tight blue dress, and heading off to a childhood friend’s wedding, that she might just get to know a man that she never would have considered.
Blaine had it all, the looks, the money, the company, and the brains, but he was still discontent with women, figuring they were all after his money. He is that typical romantic playboy billionaire, floating through Philadelphia, sleeping with women and the bouncing before the sun came up. Then it happened, his eyes fixating on Reese from across the wedding. At first her fears take over and he is left unsure if he would ever see her again. However, when emotions had passed, and numbers had been retrieved, Blaine walked right into getting to know Reese. Will his playboy ways keep him from a serious relationship? Or will Reese’s inability to commit until she finds the perfect guy, blind her from seeing what was right in her face.
Chapter 1
Blaine
It was Thursday, thank God, and the week was almost over. Ever since I started this tech business after college, it had been nothing but go, go, go. I knew what it took to make a business successful, and I always told myself that when I reached the billionaire club I would slow down, but there I was, slaving away at my desk after everyone else had gone home, just trying to push a little more work through. It was almost an obsession, really. My father showed me from a young age that to be successful, you needed to make sacrifices, so that was exactly what I did. The phone rang, interrupting my concentration, and I sighed, assuming it was a late client with more work.
“Blaine Butler, Butler Technologies,” I said, answering the phone.
“Hey asshole, what are you still doing there?”
I laughed. “Hey, Caleb.”
Caleb and I had met in college, and we both moved to Philadelphia afterward to chase our dreams. He was a big-time tax attorney and had just made partner earlier that year. He was my go-to, the guy I could talk to about anything, no matter what.
“You’re still coming to my sister’s wedding on Saturday, right?” he asked.
“Man, I have so much work to get done,” I replied. “I think I’m gonna have to skip it.”
“No,” he said sternly. “You promised. You can’t leave me alone with all the old people.”
“I was hoping to get through a big project this weekend,” I said. “To stay ahead of the curve.”
“Come on, man,” Caleb said. “The work will still be there on Monday. Hang out this weekend. Have a little fun in your life. Do it for me.”
I laughed. “Ugh, fine. But only because you guilt-tripped me. I hope you feel good about that.”
“Spectacular,” he said, laughing. “Don’t be late or I’ll kill you.”
“Yeah, yeah,” I said, getting off the phone.
I looked at the clock and decided I was done for the day. I flipped everything off and headed out of the office, deciding that a drink was in order after working so hard. I went down to a bar not far from my office and walked inside, taking off my suit jacket and sitting down at the bar. I ordered a scotch on the rocks and watched the television above the bar, reading the subtitles to the sport’s review. The commentators were talking about a bunch of games I didn’t watch because of work. Sometimes, it felt like I missed out on a lot of things in life because I had my head buried in my computer screen.
I sighed and looked down at my drink. A woman sat down a few seats away from me, catching my eye. I watched her curvy hips and sultry lips and knew immediately she was there for one reason and one reason only, to find a man.
She leaned back and crossed her long, bare legs. Her short skirt inched up her smooth thighs. Her top was unbuttoned one too many, and I could see the black lace of her bra wrapping around her large tits. She looked over at me and smiled, a glimmer in her eye as she looked down my suit and stuck the cherry from her drink between her lips. This was going to be a cinch.
“Hey,” I said, standing and walking over to her. “Mind if I sit?”
“Not at all,” she said, still playing with the cherry. “I’m Missy.”
“Nice to meet you, Missy, I’m Blaine Butler,” I replied, flashing a smile.