West Larson comes from old money—the kind of wealth that comes with expectations steeped in archaic traditions. So, it’s not surprising when he learns the conditions of his trust fund: produce an heir before he turns twenty-five.
Enter Stacia Kellan. Her lowkey personality makes her the perfect baby mama…without the drama. And thanks to her wild-ass hair, colorful tattoos, and smart mouth, she’s exactly the kind of girl his parents would never approve of. Add in the fact that she’s a total smokeshow…knocking her up certainly wouldn’t be a hardship.
Stacia lives her life fast and loud. The idea of settling down isn’t on her radar. So, when her long-time friend asks her to have his baby, her immediate answer is a big, fat hell-to-the-no. Seriously, is he crazy?
West pulls out all the stops in wooing her and with every heated encounter, Stacia finds herself falling a little more for his charm and wit. Oh, and his forearms…yum.
Obligations. Lust. Friendship. Love.
The lines begin to blur as emotions enter the equation and besides, everyone knows you can’t deny your rebel soul.
West plucks the sheets from his hand and reads over them—twice—before scrawling his name in the designated spots. I got to sign as well, but he stops me. “Read it first.”
“But you signed it,” I state.
“Right, but I read it first. And now I want you to read it so you know it’s everything we discussed—no more, no less, no funny business.”
This man. I do as he suggests and read over the contract. It’s verbatim the terms we laid out; I sign on the dotted line and turn to West. “So, is the part where we fuck?”
West gulps audibly and Colton shoots out of his chair like something bit his ass. “Not in my fucking office!” he shouts, causing West and I to crack up.
“You’re damn right it is.” West springs up from his chair and extends a hand down toward me. “Let’s go.”
