Falling for his Fake Fiancé by JB HELLER

Falling for his Fake Fiancé by JB HELLER

Author:JB HELLER
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: JB Heller


Last night, two things became abundantly clear to me. One, I’m in love with Tia. And two, I want to see her holding our baby in her arms someday.

Both of which scare the absolute shit out of me. A huge part of me wants to shut that shit down right now before it has a chance to dig its claws into my very soul. Lock it away and pretend like I’m completely immune to her and everything she represents.

I’ve only ever been in love once, and that was with Lila. Kacey was just part of the package—I cared for her, but I didn’t love her. And the love I felt for Lila wasn’t the same as this. This is something altogether different, but it’s consuming me the same way.

An image of Tia with a rounded belly and a beautiful smile on her face fills my mind, and I can’t push it away. I want it, almost desperately.

Before Lila, I didn’t think I wanted crotch goblins of my own. After Lila, I definitely didn’t want them. There’s no way I could handle going through anything remotely like that again. But seeing Tia cradling baby Darcy to her chest, the tender smile tipping her lips, and the adoration shining in her eyes… Yeah, I want it.

I’ve never been one to question myself, and I don’t plan on starting now.

Tia isn’t like anyone I’ve ever known. She’s compassionate, empathetic, selfless, generous, and kind. I could wax poetic about her admirable traits all day long, but that won’t help me convince her to be with me for real.

And therein lies the problem. I haven’t done a damn thing in my life that makes me worthy of her. I run a hand through my hair then down my face. My temples pulse with an incoming headache, making me groan. I didn’t even drink last night, meaning this headache was brought on from the tension radiating through my body.

I don’t know where to begin when it comes to Tia. I want to be good enough for her, because the alternative is not having her, and that’s not acceptable. I refuse to even contemplate it.

Rolling out of bed, I have a quick shower then run some product through my hair to tame my curls before perusing the contents of my wardrobe. I settle on a pair of dark-wash jeans, a black polo, and my favorite pair of red chucks. Giving myself a onceover in the mirror, I nod at my reflection. I might feel like shit, but I look good.

In the kitchen, I down a couple of painkillers and make myself a coffee. I’ve got an appearance at the children’s hospital this morning, and I need to be at my best for the kids. I try visit at least a handful of times during the off season.

After stopping in with the kids this morning, I’m off to shoot a commercial for one of my sponsors. I like keeping busy in my downtime. But I’m looking forward to kicking back in Vegas next weekend.



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