Bad Night Stand

I’d brought him home thinking that for once in my life I would live a little.
Then he’d walked out, and I’d chalked the experience up to a bad one-night stand.
Now weeks later I was puking my guts up and had a pink stick with a plus sign on it declaring my future.
And because my life was my life, I was pregnant, alone, and starting a new job.
And whose company was I working for?
Jordan. Jordan O’Keith.
The man who’d I’d brought home that night. The man whose baby was currently residing in my belly. The man I hadn’t recognized…
And the man who was my father’s arch enemy