A Baby With My Godfather: An Erotic Dark Billionaire Romance Novel – My name is Annalise Keith, and I believe in happy endings. I stood outside our apartment door, balancing Thai takeout in one hand while fishing for my keys with the other. The smell of pad thai made my stomach growl. I left work early today, wanting to surprise Ryan. He’s off today. We’ve been together for two years. I write romance novels. Ironic, isn’t it? I create love stories where the heroine always gets her happy ending. Where betrayal is just a plot twist to make the reunion sweeter. Where love conquers all. I’ve been working on my latest manuscript for months now. A story about second chances. About a woman who loses everything and finds herself again. I am waiting to hear back from my editor. Hoping that it’s finally that big break story that publishers will fight over. I pushed open the door. The living room was empty and very queit.
But there was something off. A woman’s jacket draped over the back of the couch. It was red, expensive and definitely not mine. My heart started to pound. I want a baby. I’ve wanted one since forever. Girls my age probably shouldn’t want a baby as bad as I do but maybe if you were in my shoes and you were told you may never have one. Maybe that’s all you’d think about too. Primary ovarian insufficiency. The big bad POI. That’s what the doctor called it. Said my ovaries just aren’t responding the way they should, so getting pregnant is nearly impossible. My mother had it, couldn’t have children after twenty five and so did my grandmother and her mother before her. Runs in the family. Call it a generational curse. I’ve cried about it. Raged about it. Ryan knows about it. I had to tell him. But he’s the sweetest.
He said it didn’t matter. He said he loves me and soon we are going to have a baby together. I can picture it so clearly… a little girl with Ryan’s dark hair, or a boy with his smile. We talk about it all the time. About the wedding first. About how we’re waiting. How we’re doing things right. A sound came from the bedroom. I knew that laugh. My feet moved forward even though my brain screamed at me to run. The takeout bag crinkled in my grip. I set it down on the coffee table, my hands shaking. I reached the bedroom door.
It was open just a few inches. I’ve poured my heart into my writing because sometimes it’s easier to live in fictional worlds than face reality. My characters are braver than me and stronger. They fight for what they want. They don’t stand frozen in hallways, afraid to push open a door. I pushed the door open. Ryan was on our bed. The bed we picked out together at IKEA. The bed where I’ve fallen asleep in his arms a thousand times. He was not alone. Bria. My best friend since college. The girl who has listened to me ramble about plot holes and character arcs. Who helped me pick out the dress I wore on my first date with Ryan. They didn’t notice me at first.
I stood there, watching my entire world collapse. His hands gripped her hips, thrusting into her with a desperation I’d never seen from him. The sounds they made… her gasps, his groans… made me want to throw up. “God, you feel incredible,” he breathed. She arched beneath him. “Should’ve been me from the start but you chose her.” My chest knotted. I couldn’t get air in. “Ana is a bore.” He slammed harder. “Honestly she never got me hard… that’s why it was so easy not to fuck her. But you…” His fingers dug into her thighs. “Oh I am going to fucking ruin you.” I gripped the doorframe harder. “Yes Ryan harder please… fuck me harder!” Her nails rake down his back. His hips snapped forward, “Like this?” “Fuck, yes… right there!” Bria moaned, her legs wrapped around his waist tighter.
The takeout bag left my trembling fingers. Ryan’s head whipped toward the sound. He froze, still buried inside her. “Shit!” He scrambled up, grabbing for the sheet. “Anna…” The tears started rolling down, I could feel the chill on my cheeks. Ryan stood. Reached for his jeans, hopping on one foot as he shoved it back on. “We’re waiting until marriage.” I sounded breathless. “That’s what we agreed. It’s in a week by the way. ” He zipped up his jeans. Didn’t meet my eyes. Bria sat up quickly draping the sheets over her naked body. “How long?” I got silence. I asked louder. “How long, Ryan?!” “Six months.” My knees buckled. I locked them and try to stay standing. “We’ve been engaged for eight months.” He finally looked at me.
And shockingly there was no shame in his eyes. No remorse. Just irritation. “You want to know the truth, Anna? I’m tired.” He shrugged. “I am tired of dating a woman like you.” “A woman like me?” “Do I have to spell it out?” He sighed using hand gestures. “You don’t TURN ME ON Anna.” “Since when!” I was shouting now. “Oh come on Anna…” He scratched his hair, so casual it made me want to scream. “You have a broken body.” “A broken…” I choked on the rest of the words. “Really!” “Anna.” Bria stood. Her eyes were almost remorseful. Alm