Spending the night at this gorgeous billionaire's villa was definitely off-limits for me, but spending it in his bed was a delicious disaster. This billionaire was my best friend's dad and owned the bar where I worked. He thought I was a she-devil. I thought he was the son of a she-devil. After finding those two pink lines, this man demanded that I move into his villa for nine long months, living under his protection during the pregnancy. I was having his baby, but after the birth, he planned for me to leave his villa. I was not expecting my stay to be pleasurable, but pleasurable it was. He was dangerous, unpredictable, and yet alluring. His kiss blended sweetness and passion, leaving me dizzy and breathless. He could deliver the world to me with strong and gentle touches. At the end of my nine months, was I to pack up and leave, or were we going to take a second chance for a family?