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  BABY

  MISTAKE

  Alphalicious Billionaires

  Lindsey Hart

  CONTENTS

  BOOK DESCRIPTION

  COPYRIGHT

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  CHAPTER 1

  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  CHAPTER 4

  CHAPTER 5

  CHAPTER 6

  CHAPTER 7

  CHAPTER 8

  CHAPTER 9

  CHAPTER 10

  CHAPTER 11

  CHAPTER 12

  CHAPTER 13

  CHAPTER 14

  CHAPTER 15

  CHAPTER 16

  CHAPTER 17

  CHAPTER 18

  CHAPTER 19

  CHAPTER 20

  CHAPTER 21

  CHAPTER 22

  CHAPTER 23

  CHAPTER 24

  EPILOGUE

  PREVIEW MARRIED BY MISTAKE

  BOOK DESCRIPTION

  They are sworn enemies but she's having his baby.

  Her:

  I have had enough of men. They are just pig-headed a*sholes.

  Him:

  I have had enough of women. They are just schemey little b*tches after my billion-dollar empire.

  Her:

  I’m pregos. Who said you needed a man to do the job. Artificial insemination works just fine.

  Him:

  When I find out my sperm was inseminated into a woman by mistake, I know there will be hell to pay. But worst of it all is when I find out the mother of my baby is none other than the very woman who hates my guts.

  Hey Loves, this is the story of Teela and Ross who are the next stars to go under the love shot in the Alphalicious Billionaires series.

  Come meet those sexy men loaded with more than just that cash package and so ready to claim their not-so-reluctant heroine. Each book is a standalone and can be read in any order. And don't forget, we are team HEA all the way!

  COPYRIGHT

  All characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names. They are not even distantly inspired by any individual known to the author, and all the incidents are pure invention. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, mechanical or electronic, including photocopying or recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, or transmitted by email without permission in writing from the publisher. While all attempts and efforts have been made to verify the information held within this publication, neither the author nor the publisher assumes any responsibility for errors, omissions, or opposing interpretations of the content herein. The book is for entertainment purposes only. The views expressed are those of the author alone and should not be taken as expert instruction or commands.

  Copyright © Passion House Publishing Ltd 2019

  All rights reserved.

  You can contact the team at [email protected].

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Lindsey Hart is a married mom and lives in Ohio with her husband and two furry ball Persian cats who consider themselves as owners of the house.

  She specializes in sweet to extra hot and dirty romance and strongly believes in happily ever after. If you are looking for a page turner, then you are in for a wild and naughty ride with feisty heroines and alpha male heroes.

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  CHAPTER 1

  Teela

  It wasn’t every day that a big douchey billionaire buys out the little mom and pop company and threatens to fire exactly twenty-two employees (because yes, even though Alexander Daniels showed up to work hungover and gets tanked again by noon from the bottle he kept in his office in the top drawer of his desk, three days out of five, he still counts as an employee- a manager to be exact).

  Then again, it wasn’t every day that a person finds themselves knocked up after being artificially inseminated with stolen sperm, but hey… different topic, different story, different animal entirely.

  The baby thing, and not getting caught after what she and her bestie had done, had been number one at the top of Teela’s Things To Worry About list, but it dropped right off the radar when she had to start worrying about her ass being fired by the corporate takeover Troll.

  Pastelman’s Fine Foods had been Teela’s second home for the past eight years. Arguably, it was probably her first home when it came right down to the hours she spent there and some of the hole in the wall hovels she’d lived in. So she didn’t want to be forcibly ejected, especially not when she had a tiny little secret brewing up in her belly that she hadn’t exactly disclosed to upper management, meaning Cheryl and Bob Pastelman. That’s right. She was counting down the months until she could rock maternity leave. And god, would she ever rock it.

  The main opposition, her new enemy numero uno, came in the form of one Ross Day. Douche bag extraordinaire. Troll to the extreme. The guy probably made his living selling ultra-fancy condos built under bridges to trolls just like him.

  Unfortunately, as he stood at the head of the small conference room and surveyed all those assembled, he didn’t look like a troll. And since he was buying out a grocery store, he probably wasn’t in the real estate business either.

  He looked like a six-foot-tall, impeccably dressed, strikingly blue-eyed, dark haired, bronzed skin, chiseled prince. Or something along those lines. He was probably rich. It’s easy to look good when you have money. And yeah. He was jacked. As in, fit and fabulous. As in, probably worked out for hours every single day and did a six-mile run on top of it. Even at nearly thirty-five, because he had to be somewhere near that age, though maybe he was nearing forty and just happened to be born with the world’s most amazing set of genetics, he was stacked.

  Teela found it easy to hate him just on that account. She knew how the bastard made his money. He got rich by buying up mom and pop shops and turning them into chain deals. In no time, their little independent grocer, yes, the kind that actually cared about organic goodness and saving the planet and all that, as well as selling goods for local artisans, artists, bakers, chefs, canners, gardeners, florists, and crafters, was just going to be one big soulless supermarket.

  The bastard. The troll bastard. He should have some warts. Or some zits. Some flaws.

  Unfortunately, he was acres and acres of hard lean muscle and tailored clothing.

  Never trust a man in a suit. Her mother had told her that.

  It was one of the few pieces of advice from her mom that Teela had ever listened to.

  She gulped hard as The Troll Numero Uno, aka Ross Day (and who the hell has a name like that anyway?) stared her down. Nausea made her stomach clench up hard while her throat moistened ominously. She was reminded that she was nearly eight weeks pregnant and that right from the start she’d been sick every single morning. And at other inopportune times throughout the day on and off.

  She hadn’t barfed that morning, but then again, there was definitely still time.

  Teela swallowed back the threatening bile, oatmeal, and strawberries she’d had for breakfast. She hadn’t expected to be ambushed half an hour into her Monday morning with Cheryl and Bob calling them all into the conference room at the back of the store, locking the front door, and turning the ON sign OFF. There they announced that they’d sold the store and their business to The Troll himself, and promptly left the room.

  Left the building.

  Left the whole damn thing behind.

&nbs
p; Left them in the hands of the well dressed, black-suited, corporate monster.

  “Sales are staggeringly low,” The Troll was going on and Teela finally tuned in. “Every single person here is going to have to pull up their socks. We don’t believe in keeping jobs on that aren’t needed and keeping people who aren’t performing. We care about profit. Profit drives business. You’ll see that I’m a fair boss. A very fair boss. The more profit the company makes, the more successful each and every single person here will be. Profit is how companies afford to pay salaries, give benefits, and provide paid vacation time. Profit is how we make jobs. Without profit, there isn’t a reason for any of you to be here. So, I hope it’s with open arms that you welcome all the changes that will be taking place from here on out.”

  Teela chanced a glance at Janice, one of the cashiers who was a good friend. Janice had been there for as long as Teela had. They’d started around the same time. She blinked a couple of times and Janice blinked back. When The Troll turned to face the other side of the room she scrunched up her nose and slowly shook her head in her best silent what a dick communication. Teela shook hers back before she dropped her eyes back to her hands, which were clasped tightly in her lap.

  The Troll went on, unfazed. Of course, he was unfazed. Even if he’d seen their dirty looks, or noticed the stunned faces of all the others, he gave zero fucks. He didn’t need to. He was rich and rich people didn’t give a shit about the people they clobbered on their way up and their drive to stay at the top.

  “Positive changes that are going to make this place as great as it can be. We’ll be taking the next week to go over your new duties with each and every single one of you. Changes including new policies, the new name of the company, and all the other details. Unfortunately, with change, comes the need to reorganize and make room for people who are going to take this company in the direction it needs to go. I’m sorry, but some of you are going to receive termination notices. Of course, we will provide a generous severance package. You’ll each be called into this room throughout the day and notified of your new position, duties, or given your severance package. We will of course provide excellent references as well.” The Troll clapped his hands together and spun around like he hadn’t just told the entire room that people were going to lose their jobs. “Okay. That’s all. You can disperse. Your new manager and general manager will be here shortly as well as the people required to do the re-training and the HR reps to get the new paperwork taken care of. Please be prepared.”

  It felt good to be dismissed. The staff slowly filed out of the room, shell-shocked by what had just happened.

  “They could have at least told us,” Sharon grumbled. She was turning sixty-five in a few months and it was clear from the horrified look on her face that she was extremely worried about being axed.

  As usual, Alexander grumbled to Billy, one of the guys who drove their pick-up and delivery truck, about being hungover. It was like he hadn’t heard a word that The Troll just said. Clearly, he didn’t give a shit that he had to be destined for the axe and not a single other employer out there was going to be okay with the store’s manager getting tanked at one in the afternoon on the job.

  “Girl! What the hell is going on here?” Janice grabbed Teela’s arm and steered her back to her desk.

  It was in the back, since Teela was one of those unseen puppet masters that made the world go round by pulling strings and fixing tears. In other words, she was one of those jack of all trades admin people that made the world go round and fixed everyone’s problems. From break room disasters, employee disputes, assembling and helping with benefit packages and paperwork, to inventory fuck ups, accounting blow ups, filing, and all other business bullshit, she was the gal people turned to in order to keep their little world on its axis. She was always first in line to defuse angry customers and angry clients and god knew they flooded in on a regular basis.

  She covered for Alexander on a near daily basis. If she had a nickel for every time she saved his ass, her bestie, who just happened to work at a fertility clinic, never would have had the bright idea to sneak out the supplies, meaning stolen sperm and other implements to make an actual child.

  That’s right. The baby growing inside of her was pretty much stolen. Amy cried every single day for a month straight about what they’d done. About what she’d done. Teela was astounded when her bestie showed up on her doorstep in the middle of a storm and announced that since she would have to wait years to be able to afford the procedure, she’d taken matters into her own hands. Teela should have told her no, but uh… well… maybe her moral compass was seriously in the trash, because she’d let Amy do it and they’d waited. And waited. And waited. Until they didn’t have to wait anymore.

  The whole weight of being pregnant, single, and possibly getting axed from her job at a time she needed to have a job to support herself and her unborn baby, crashed down on her all at once.

  All of a sudden, the room was spinning. Violently.

  “Janice… I’m going to-”

  Janice, because she knew her better than anyone else, had the garbage can ready in a flash. She didn’t know about the baby. No one did. No one but Amy.

  With the death knell tolling and the Troll trolling in their little conference room, hell, his conference room, retching up one’s breakfast was probably a perfectly acceptable response.

  “I have to say, I was ready to join you,” Janice admitted. “What the fuck is going to happen to this place? To all of us? We’re like a family. That prick came here and he’s going to break it all up. He’s going to get rid of the good in this place.”

  Teela took a deep breath and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Janice gave her a sympathetic look and quickly walked off towards the back, where the dumpsters were in the parking lot behind the store, to get rid of the evidence.

  She didn’t have time to respond. She barely had time to slam a hand down on her small ancient metal desk and sway herself into her chair before the room started spinning.

  Her secret was safe, for the moment. It might be more than she could say about her job.

  She was so royally screwed. They all were.

  By The Troll.

  CHAPTER 2

  Ross

  The mom and pop shits like this supermarket were the worst.

  It left Ross wondering why the hell he bothered. He had more than enough money to just sit back and relax and enjoy the rest of his life. He didn’t need to do crappy takeovers of shit companies that had been losing money not just for years, but probably for decades. How the hell people managed to feed themselves, pay their staff, and keep the doors open was beyond him. Unless the people who just filed out of the tiny piece of shit room that served as some sort of conference room, actually assembled and creatively brainstorm inventive ways to lose more money, agreed to be paid with the groceries on the shelves that expired. Or in the food they grew on the roof or in whatever backwoods jams and meat they were carrying.

  Good god, the company was a disaster. Fortunately, the location was good. Nester Falls was located forty minutes out of Philly. It was a good opportunity to score some ultra-cheap real estate in a market where not much went up for sale. Right off the interstate, it was a real gem. People stopping in and out all the time. It was probably the only way the place survived all those years without shutting down and going out of business.

  Ross paced around the tiny conference room. He had yet to call in the few people he had to fire. It wasn’t a job he enjoyed, and he was sitting there, trying to catch his breath after his announcement of the takeover. Judging from the glazed eyes and shocked expression, everyone needed a minute.

  It wasn’t exactly his first rodeo. He had a chain of grocery stores and he had no doubt that this one would one day be worth carrying the name Grand Day’s Grocery and Convenience.

  The real problem with the mom and pop stores wasn’t the loss of profit or the horrible management, the never ending red in the books. No, it was the
people. The staff who remained stubbornly loyal to ghosts of days gone by. The mom and pop themselves who clung to their building like it was the last remaining lifeline in a sea of corporate evil and greed.

  Ross didn’t exactly term his business or type of management as corporate, greedy, evil, or cutthroat. He was too nice. Way too nice. He’d had to cut that shit out over the years.

  He’d worked hard to make his money. He’d struggled for years, until his app took off and then he could finally, finally start investing in grocery, like he’d planned for. After the app, his stores happened to take off. He’d struck gold and like any real gold strike, it happened all because of his dedication. A hell of a lot of people told him to give up, but he’d refused. People knew his name now. He could expand and roll now world wide - the whole money made more money thing.

  But god help him if people found out what he’d done before that when he was desperate for a few extra dollars. When the app was still in production and people kept telling him to call it a day and get a real job.

  Good thing that the system was private. If someone remembered him and decided to breach privacy just to embarrass him, hell, he’d deny everything. Say they confused him with someone else. Bury them in the shaming of letting out private information. Use it as an example as to why people should be worried about information breaches.

  Blah, blah, blah. God, business was sometimes incredibly tedious.

  At least it was until a nearly silent knock on the door sounded. The woman didn’t wait for him to respond, but instead pushed open the door and stepped inside.

  “Ummm… so I know we were told that we’d get called in here, but I- I’m really nervous and I was just wondering if it’s possible to- uh- get my turn over with. I just want to know if I’m going to be fired or not. Is that okay?”