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  Baby Drama

  Sandi Lynn

  Sandi Lynn Romance, LLC

  Contents

  Baby Drama

  Mission Statement

  Introduction

  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

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Epilogue

  Baby Drama

  New York Times, USA Today & Wall Street Journal Bestselling Author

  Sandi Lynn

  Baby Drama

  Copyright © 2021 Sandi Lynn Romance, LLC

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods without the prior written permission of the publisher.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are the products of the authors imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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  Mission Statement

  Sandi Lynn Romance

  Providing readers with romance novels that will whisk them away

  to another world and from the daily grind of life – one book at a time.

  Introduction

  Jenna

  There are two things you need to know about me: I’m very independent and I’m a genius. Literally, I’m a genius. At least that’s what my IQ score says. But even being a genius, mistakes are bound to happen. I am human, after all. It all started one night when a sexy billionaire bought me a drink and I accidentally tossed it all over his five-thousand-dollar suit. He tried to blame me, but in actuality, it was his fault because of his lack of respect for my personal boundaries. I offered to pay for the dry cleaning and gave him my number to let me know how much it cost. He did, and we ended up spending the night together. Long story short, the condom broke, I forgot to take my pill two days in a row and we mistakenly created a baby. I never planned on telling him about the baby until I lost my job, and my landlord turned the apartments I lived in into condos. He told me he couldn’t be a father, and I was okay with that. I didn’t need a man complicating my life. I was all set to embark on my journey as a single parent until…

  Lucas

  The only thing I did was notice a beautiful woman and buy her a drink. A drink she carelessly spilled all over me and then had the nerve to say it was my fault. I forgave her because I wanted her. At least for one night. Maybe I should have just forgotten about her and thrown her number away. But I didn’t, and a mishap occurred during our one-night stand that resulted in a baby. I wasn’t father material, or maybe I was, but just didn’t want to be. The last thing I needed in my life was baby drama. I liked my bachelor life the way it was, and Jenna was cool with that. She made it clear she didn’t want me involved. I was all set to continue on with my life as if nothing happened until…

  Chapter 1

  Jenna

  We slipped in the club among the crowd and made a beeline for the bar. It was opening night for JAMS, a brand-new club we were exclusively invited to, thanks to Bri’s boyfriend Carson, who designed the place.

  “Carson did a really good job with the place. Don’t you think?” Bri shouted over the loud music that had the place shaking.

  “Sure.” A fake smile fell upon my lips.

  I couldn’t stand Carson, and Bri knew it. In fact, Carson knew it too. And he couldn’t stand me because he knew he couldn’t pull one over on me. They’d only been dating about six months and he’d already managed to get her to move in with him. Leaving me alone in the apartment we shared and leaving me with the entire rent and utilities. If he was a decent guy, I would be happy for her, but he wasn’t. We tolerated each other for Bri’s sake. He was a control freak and he liked to control her. She was weak and vulnerable, and he knew it the moment he met her. What he didn’t bargain for was me, the best friend, who was strong and who didn’t and wouldn’t put up with his bullshit.

  “What can I get you?” the masculine bartender asked as he leaned over the counter.

  “Scotch. One ice cube only.” I pointed at him.

  “Got it.” He grinned.

  “And for you?” he asked Bri.

  “She’ll have a cosmopolitan. Light on the liquor,” Carson interrupted.

  “She can order her own drink,” I scowled at him.

  “She could. But I’m here and ordered it for her.” His eye narrowed at me.

  Douchebag.

  “It’s fine, Jenna. He knows exactly what I like.”

  “That’s right, baby.” He smiled as he hooked his arm around her.

  Rolling my eyes, the bartender set my drink down in front of me. Picking it up, I didn’t hesitate to throw more than half of it down the back of my throat. As I scanned the club, the dance floor was no longer visible. Every single space of it was occupied with people dancing and having a great time.

  “Let’s go dance!” Bri smiled as she grabbed my hand.

  “Hold on.” I downed the rest of my scotch and set my glass on the bar.

  Carson followed us to the dance floor. Of course he did. Bri wasn’t allowed to be out of his sight for two seconds. Magically, space opened up for us as a group of people left the floor and headed to their tables. We moved to the beat of the music, our hands in the air as we jumped up and down, making us feel alive and forgetting our daily problems. I was so lost in the music, I didn’t even notice the guy behind me was sexually moving his hips to grind up against me. I’d finally noticed when I felt something hard press against my ass. Turning around, I glared at him.

  “You’re in my space,” I shouted.

  “I happen to like your space, baby.”

  “Is that so?” I asked as I continued dancing.

  “Yeah. How about we get out of here so I can invade more of your space?”

  I placed my hands on his shoulders, bit down on my bottom lip in a seductive way and batted my pretty blue eyes at him. As I leaned in to whisper something in his ear, I lifted my knee and pulverized his balls.

  “WTF!” He fell to his knees as he held on tightly to his balls.

  “Don’t you ever, and I mean ever, do or say that to another woman again! You treat women with respect! Understand me?” I pointed down at him.

  “Oh my God. I can’t take you anywhere,” Bri said as she grabbed my hand and led me off the dance floor.

  Lucas

  “Whoa! Did you see that?” My best friend Danny laughed.

  “Yeah. Poor guy. Do you think you should go help him?”

  “Nah. He probably deserved it. That chick is one tough cookie.”

  “One tough beautiful cookie.” I smirked.

  I watched the other girl drag her to a table, and the two of them and a guy sat down. I’d assumed he wasn’t her b
oyfriend or else he would have stepped in. I stared at her from across the club. She stood about five foot seven with an amazing body that was clearly visible through the tight dress she wore. Her long, wavy hair was a subtle brown with blonde highlights. She was very beautiful and sexy, and I couldn’t keep my eyes off her, even though she just sent that man on the dance floor to his knees. The view to her was becoming less clear as people crowded around us and she disappeared from my sight.

  “Let’s go grab a drink from the bar,” Danny said as he patted my shoulder.

  We headed to the bar and Danny poured me a scotch.

  “You’ve really outdone yourself with the club, Danny.” I smiled as I sipped my drink.

  “Thanks. It’s been a long time coming. I can’t believe it’s finally open.”

  Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted the beautiful woman from the dance floor walking up to the bar. As Danny was talking, my focus was on her.

  “Dude, obviously you’re into her. Go talk to her.”

  “So she can kick me in the balls?” I smirked.

  He let out a laugh as he put his hand on my shoulder.

  “I’ll be right back,” he said. “I need to go check something in the stock room.”

  As soon as he walked away, I turned my attention back to her. I stood behind her as I watched Cody hand her a glass of scotch. Interesting.

  “Her drink is on me,” I shouted to Cody.

  I guess I was standing too close since her drink went flying all over my suit when she abruptly turned around.

  “Oh my God.” She placed her hand over her mouth. “I am so sorry.” She grabbed a handful of napkins from the bar.

  “Don’t worry about it.” I took the napkins from her and started wiping the scotch from my suit. “I buy you a drink and this is the thanks I get?” I spoke with a hint of irritation.

  “Really? I’m sorry that you have a lack of respect for personal boundaries and were practically up my ass.” She cocked her head. “I’ll be more than happy to pay for you to get that five-thousand-dollar Tom Ford designer suit cleaned.” She asked the bartender for a pen, wrote something down on a cocktail napkin and handed it to me. “Here’s my phone number. Let me know how much it cost, and I’ll Venmo or PayPal you the money. By the way, thanks for the drink.”

  She walked away and left me standing there speechless.

  “Did she just give you her phone number?” Danny asked as he walked up next to me.

  I stared down at the napkin and saw her name with her number. “Yeah. Apparently, she did.”

  One Week Later

  “Good day, Mr. Thorne.”

  “Hello, Kenny. Is my suit ready to be picked up?”

  “It is. Let me go grab it for you.”

  Kenny was the owner of the dry cleaner my family had used for years. I remembered coming in here as a child with my nanny when she’d drop off my father’s suits to be cleaned. Every time we would come in, Kenny would grab a lollipop from under the counter and lean over and hand it to me with a smile on his face.

  When he walked over with my suit, he set it on the hook and rang me up.

  “By the way, I found this in the pocket of your pants,” he spoke as he handed me the cocktail napkin with Jenna’s phone number on it. “I figured you might still want that.” He gave me a wink.

  “Thanks, Kenny. I appreciate it.”

  I walked out of the shop and handed my suit to my driver, Thaddeus.

  “After you drop me at the office, can you run the suit home for me?”

  “Of course, Lucas.” He nodded.

  As I was on my way back to the office, my phone chimed. When I pulled it from my pocket, I saw I had a text message from Sophia, one of the women I occasionally went out with.

  “Hi. I’m sorry, but I have to cancel our date tonight. My sister is flying in tonight instead of tomorrow. I hope you understand.”

  Shit. I was really looking forward to getting laid tonight.

  “Of course, I understand. We’ll go out another time. Have fun with your sister.”

  “Thanks, Lucas. I’m available Tuesday night.”

  “I’ll have to check my schedule and get back with you.”

  Damn it. Now what? I thought to myself. Placing my phone back in my pocket, I felt the napkin I had tucked in there before leaving the dry cleaners. Pulling it out, I stared at Jenna’s name and number. Even though she spilled her drink all over my five-thousand-dollar suit, she was still gorgeous, and I wanted to see her. The way she sent that guy to his knees and then copped an attitude with me saying I didn’t respect personal boundaries intrigued me. I’d wondered if she’d have an attitude like that in the bedroom. There was only one way to find out.”

  Chapter 2

  Jenna

  I was sitting at my desk when my phone chimed with a text message from an unfamiliar number.

  “Hi, Jenna. I’m the guy you spilled your drink all over at the club. You gave me your number and told me to tell you how much the dry-cleaning bill was.”

  “Um, hi. I remember. Did you get it cleaned?”

  “I did. In fact, I just picked it up. Instead of paying for the dry cleaning, have dinner with me tonight to make up for it.”

  I furrowed my brows as I read his message. I remembered the jerk and the attitude he gave me even though he was the one invading my personal space. But I also remembered other qualities about him. The sexy as sin physical qualities. Six foot two, great build, dark brown hair that was short and slicked back on the sides with a medium length textured top, penetrating brown eyes, and a strong chiseled jawline with a clean five o’clock shadow. What was the harm in having dinner with a sexy and handsome man? It was a Friday night, and I was available. The only plans I had consisted of pajamas, Thai food, and binge-watching Netflix. I enjoyed meeting new people. Maybe this time he wouldn’t be such a jerk.

  “Okay. I’ll have dinner with you. What time and where?”

  “Tavern on the Green at seven o’clock. I can pick you up if you’d like.”

  “That’s okay. I’ll meet you there.”

  “Excellent. I’ll see you at seven.”

  When I arrived home, I threw my hair up in a messy bun and took a quick shower before I had to get ready to leave for dinner. While I was washing the dirt and grime off from the day, it suddenly hit me that I didn’t know this guy’s name. Ugh. How could I have been so stupid not to ask him. As soon as I finished my shower, I grabbed my phone and sent him a text message.

  “Hi there, guy from the club! It’s the girl who spilled her drink all over you because you have no respect for personal boundaries. You didn’t offer your name and I totally forgot to ask you. So…”

  A few moments later, he replied.

  “We’ll discuss more about personal boundaries at dinner, and I’ll tell you my name when you arrive.”

  I stared at his message in disbelief. He was definitely a jerk and I couldn’t believe I agreed to meet him for dinner. Maybe I should cancel. But I was hungry, and I loved Tavern on the Green. I’d just leave right after dinner. An hour tops with him. I could deal with his jerkiness for an hour. After putting on an “evening” look on my face and throwing a few curls in my long brown hair, I slipped into a short black dress with three quarter length flared sleeves. After zipping up my tall black boots, I grabbed my small black evening bag and headed to the restaurant.

  I arrived at five minutes after seven, and when I stepped inside the restaurant, a perky blonde hostess greeted me.

  “Welcome to Tavern on the Green. Dining for one?”

  “No.” My brows furrowed at her. “I’m meeting someone.”

  “Name for the reservation?” she asked.

  “See, here’s the thing. I don’t know his name. He said he’d tell me when I arrived. He’s incredibly handsome and has a lack of respect for people’s personal boundaries.”

  “You’re in luck. A handsome man just walked in about ten minutes ago.”

  “Did you get his name?�
� I smirked at her.

  “Only his last.”

  “And?” I raised my brow.

  “Thorne. Mr. Thorne. I’ll take you to his table.

  As she led me through the restaurant, I saw Mr. Thorne sitting in a corner booth staring at me. Damn, he was sexy.

  “Good evening.” He smiled as he stood up. “You’re late.”

  “I was here. The hostess was trying to figure out whom I was meeting since I wasn’t given a name.”

  “And she figured it out?”

  “She did. I told her I was meeting a man who had little respect for people’s personal boundaries. She knew instantly I was here to meet you, Mr. Thorne.” I arched my brow as a small smile crossed my lips.”

  “You’re cute.” He smirked. “I’m Lucas Thorne, Jenna—?” I would shake your hand, but I don’t want to get in the way of your personal boundaries.”

  “Larson. Jenna Larson.” I extended my hand to him. “It’s nice to meet you, Lucas.”

  “And you as well.” He placed his hand in mine. “Thank you for agreeing to join me for dinner.”

  “Well, it’s the least I could do since I did spill scotch all over your expensive suit.”