For eighteen months, I was Adam Sterling’s secret lover.
By day, I taught his seven-year-old daughter French. By night, I warmed his bed.
He gave me a luxury apartment, expensive jewelry—everything but a commitment.
I thought I was his woman… until his ex-wife came back. That’s when I understood—I was just a high-end toy.

Used in front of her, then thrown away like trash.

I fled to Paris, carrying his child.
Now he says he loves me, that it’s real this time.
But the girl who used to get wet from just one look from him?
She's gone.

Sleeping With the Boss

Eighteen months later.
The pregnancy test had shown two pink lines three weeks after landing in Paris. I'd stared at it in the tiny bathroom of my student housing, my whispered prediction on the plane echoing in my memory.
Now Diego was eight months old, and I was running late for my 2 PM meeting ...

Chapter 8