Definitely Not Him (Single at Thirty #1) Read Online Whitney G

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Single at Thirty Series by Whitney G
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Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 61160 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 245(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
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“That’s….” I arched my back as he bit my lip again. “That’s not true either.”

“You’re easy to read,” he said. “That’s what I liked about you most on the night we met. That’s what I like about you now.”

“I hope this isn’t turning into a proposal.”

“I also liked—and still like, your smart-ass mouth.” He briefly slid his fingers out of me to yank off my panties. Then he returned them to my pussy as the lace fell to the floor. “But there’s a time and a place for that, and it’s not today.”

My breathing slowed as he pressed a thumb against my throbbing clit. He rubbed it teasingly, keeping his eyes on mine.

For several seconds, the only sounds in the room were the soft hum of the printing machines and my unsteady breaths.

He stared into my eyes as I reacted to his touch, and I gave up trying to deny it to him.

“At noon today, you will walk into my office, ready to discuss our baby.” He moved his fingers in and out of me, repeating the exact rhythm he used when he fucked me in my room. “You’ll shut the door, even though no one else should be around since I’ve made today a half-day, and you’ll be mature about this while we set some boundaries and rules.”

His skilled, sensuous rhythm never stopped as he spoke. He kept his tone low and measured, as if he wasn’t controlling my entire body with his fingertips.

“Are we on the same page now, Chloe?”

I nodded.

“Are you sure?” He caressed my clit with the pad of his thumb again, quickly leading me to the edge, but he didn’t let me get close enough to fall over. “I need to hear you say it.”

I moaned softly as my pussy throbbed against his hand.

“Are we, Chloe?” he asked, still in rhythm. “Are we on the same page?”

“Yes…” I let out a breath as he slid his fingers as deep as they could go. “Yes.”

“Good.” He abruptly pulled his hand away, denying me a release. Then he licked his fingers before walking away. “See you at noon.”

Put It In Writing

Chloe

Seattle, Washington

7 weeks pregnant

Ten minutes before noon, I stood outside Tyler’s office. Still on edge after his lust-filled touches in the basement, I placed my phone on silent and double-checked my inbox.

Everything was updated except an email Hazel sent four minutes ago. The subject line, “Help Me! A REAL Emergency,” didn’t compel me to answer it anytime soon.

Tucking it into my purse, I pushed Tyler’s door open and quickly shut it behind me.

Now wearing a bespoke suit that sent my hormones on another wild adventure, he was sitting behind his desk.

“Have a seat, Miss March,” he said.

“I’d rather stand.”

He shot me a pointed look, and I walked over to the chair, taking a seat.

“Thank you.” He handed me a printed blue sheet.

“I’ve done my best to make this very simple,” he said, and I noticed that there were only a few bolded points.

Medical Care

Financial Assistance

Living Quarters

Career

Drugs

Etc.

“I’ll pay all your medical expenses, and my private doctor will text you some questions soon,” he said. “She’s flying over to the States in a few weeks, and she’ll stay until you give birth. I’ll attend all your appointments as well. Will that suffice?”

“Yes. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” he said. “I’ve also set up a private trust fund for the baby that’ll earn interest for him or her until they reach the age of twenty-five.”

“You should set up two of those.”

“Why?” he asked. “Would you like a trust fund of your own? At age thirty?”

“No.” I rolled my eyes. “I want separate ones for each of our children.”

“You’ve already suggested—foolishly—that there won’t be any more sex between us, Miss March. As flattered as I am to hear that you want another child by me before you even give birth to this one—”

“I’m pregnant with twins.” I cut him off. “Your arrogance really needs to be turned down a notch.”

“And you really need to work on when and how you deliver information to me.” He blinked a few times. “Twins?”

“Yes, twins. As in two babies.”

I couldn’t quite read the expression on his face, but I was certain that it mirrored exactly how I looked when the doctor handed me the ultrasound.

No, wait. That’s pure fucking shock.

“I’ll set up two trust funds,” he said.

“Thank you very much.”

“As far as living arrangements, I’m not a fan of where you stay.”

“You’ve made that more than clear.”

“My penthouse sleeps thirty,” he said. “There are multiple suites.”

“I’m not living with you. Ever.”

“We should discuss it.”

“We just did,” I said. “Next.”

“I looked up your apartment on a code enforcement website,” he continued. “It’s being used in a real estate course called Slumlords: 101. It’s literally a case study on how to rack up every single violation on the list. The only thing it doesn’t have is a rodent infestation, but I’m sure that’ll be an amenity soon.”



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