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    Who's Your Baby Daddy?: Vapid Vixens
    Who's Your Baby Daddy?: Vapid Vixens
    Who's Your Baby Daddy?: Vapid Vixens
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    Who's Your Baby Daddy?: Vapid Vixens

    By I. Ronik and T. L. Haddix

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    There are two lines on the pregnancy test and more hunky potential daddies than a girl can shake a pregnancy test stick at…

     

    Coworkers Jasmine and Roni have been friends forever. So when Roni tells Jasmine she's pregnant, it comes as quite a shock - especially when Roni tells her she isn't exactly sure who the baby daddy is. Is he their married coworker, the one she's been banging in the boss's office during lunch? Or the model-handsome waiter at her favorite restaurant? Maybe the male couple she had a ménage with?

     

    To make matters worse, Jasmine has a huge, steamy crush on their unattainable, hot billionaire playboy boss. Thanks to Roni's outlandish pregnancy-induced cravings, Christian is now aware of her condition - and he's not happy. Irritated by Roni's theatrics, he's suddenly everywhere Jasmine is, and her resistance to his charms is growing weaker by the minute.

     

    Who's Your Baby Daddy? is a steamy, sexy romantic comedy, a short story intended for mature audiences only who promise not to take it too seriously. It contains snarky language and hot adult sexual situations, including cheating, threesomes, and some almost-public sex with a surprising twist at the end. This isn't a happily-ever-after story, but there's definitely a bright promise for a happy future. Reader discretion is advised.

     

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherT L Haddix
    Release dateAug 16, 2019
    ISBN9781393136842
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      Who's Your Baby Daddy? - I. Ronik

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      Table Of Contents

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      Chapter Thirteen

      Chapter Fourteen

      Chapter Fifteen

      Chapter Sixteen

      Chapter Seventeen

      Chapter Eighteen

      Chapter Nineteen

      Chapter Twenty

      Who’s Your Baby Daddy?

      Copyright © 2014 by T. L. Haddix All rights reserved.

      First Edition: 2014

      Second Kindle Edition: 2019

      Cover and Formatting: Streetlight Graphics

      No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any printed or electronic form without permission. Please do not participate in or encourage piracy of copyrighted materials in violation of the author’s rights. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

      This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to locales, events, business establishments, or actual persons—living or dead—is entirely coincidental.

      Chapter One

      I ’m pregnant.

      The sip of sweet tea I’d just taken spewed from my mouth in a spray that coated the railing beside our table. Thank God we were seated on a balcony.

      You’re what? I asked my best friend, Veronica.

      Pregnant, she replied cheerily, as though she’d just said she was going away for the weekend with a handsome, potent man. What are you having to eat?

      I stared at her, appalled. Roni, put the damned menu down and look at me.

      She rolled her eyes but did as I’d demanded, staring at me with her eyes slightly crossed for effect. What?

      I didn’t know what to ask. I didn’t know where to begin. I settled on, Who? When?

      I’m not sure on the who, she hedged. She bit her lip and looked down at her manicured hand. I’ve narrowed it down to four men. And I’m eight weeks along.

      Four? My voice rose, breaking the word into two syllables in a squeak that would have made a pubescent boy proud. I groaned and laid my head down on my crossed arms, muttering No, over and over again.

      It’s okay, Jazzy, she said, using my nickname. She was the only person in the world who could get away with calling me that instead of Jasmine. I’m excited. I’m going to be a Mommy! Capital M!

      Chapter Two

      I first met Veronica when we were paired up as roommates in college. Talk about an unlikely pair—I’m a petite, gothy, angst-filled dynamo, she’s a lusciously curved, redheaded Valley Girl. But after a disastrous party one night, she stepped up and saved me from an overly amorous date. True, she’d whacked him over the head with stiletto boot hard enough that he’d needed stitches, but as she’d stood over him, raging at him, I realized the Valley Girl had the heart of a warrior princess. I’m not a lesbian, but I think I fell a little bit in love with her that night.

      From that day forward, we were inseparable in spirit, if not in body. We’d gone different directions after graduating. I’d gone to work for a large accounting firm in Cleveland, and Roni had headed south to move in with her boyfriend. For a while I’d been engaged but it ended very badly about a year ago. That relationship had left scars I didn’t think would ever heal.

      Roni hadn’t had any better luck with love. The boyfriend she’d followed to Florida had left her high and dry once she started gaining weight, leaving her completely alone in a state she wasn’t familiar with. She’d done okay, though. Thanks to some twist of fate, as quirky as she was when it came to her personal life, Roni had a true gift as far as her work skills went. She was a damned fine administrative assistant. She’d been working for the same firm for the last five years, and had worked her way up to the CEO’s office.

      As soon as she’d heard about my breakup, she’d been on a plane to Cleveland.

      You’re going home with me. I’ve already talked to Christopher, and he’s assured me he can find you a place in the company. So let’s get this apartment packed up and get out of here. This is miserable weather, she’d pronounced as she looked out at the rain that was falling.

      I like it. It matches how I feel, I’d told her, my voice sounding like it came from a half-deflated bullfrog someone had stepped on.

      Jazzy. It’s cold! Hands on her hips, she’d shaken her head as she watched me sniffle and wipe my nose. It’s only in the forties out there!

      For the first time in days, I felt a smile move across my face. Given that it will soon be down below zero? Forty is practically a heat wave. You grew up here. You know how winter gets.

      I do know, and that’s why you’re moving to Florida with me.

      She had persisted, not accepting my refusal to move. She’d simply ordered moving supplies and started boxing up my worldly belongings around me. After the second day, I got up and helped.

      A year later, we were roommates once again. It was similar to being back in college, only less parties and nicer surroundings.

      I was slightly appalled to find out that Roni was still going through men like some women changed purses. Look, I hadn’t been a saint in college. I’d had a handful of relationships, and then I’d met the man I’d planned to marry. After that, I’d committed to him fully. Since he’d dumped me, having decided his stylist, Grady, was more up his alley, I’d hidden myself away. I was done with men.

      Roni, however, had gone the opposite direction after her breakup. She was out every weekend, often with a different guy. I knew she didn’t have sex with all of them, but enough of them that I was left wondering if we needed to buy stock in a condom company.

      She’d tried to get me to join her a few times, promising that such-and-such man had a nice friend that I would just love to pieces, but I’d not budged. And on this, at least, she knew to not push. She knew I wasn’t ready.

      That was one of the things I loved about Roni. She might be flaky, she might have bend me over and fuck me tattooed on her ass, but she was loyal, and one-hundred-percent without artifice.

      Now, back at the apartment the evening after her announcement, I was pacing the floor in front of the wall of windows that looked out onto the beach. Roni was curled up in her favorite chair, flipping through her day planner. She was checking one more time to make sure her list

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