After the Storm: A Billionaire Romance (Rich City #23)

I never meant to sleep with a billionaire during a thunderstorm.

His eyes are as cold as his penthouse, but his touch sets my skin on fire in ways I never knew possible.

When he walks out without a word the next morning, I tell myself it's for the best – men like Drew Carrington don't stick around for baristas with water-stained ceilings.

I throw myself into job hunting and try to forget how his hands felt against my skin, how his weight pressed me into the mattress.

I'm finally starting to move on when my sister drags me to the doctor for what I think is just a stomach bug.

The doctor's words change "Congratulations, you're pregnant."