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Baby Daddy BOSS An Age Gap, Billionaire, Secret Baby Romance Dakota Nash Copyright Copyright © 2023 by Dakota Nash All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher or author, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law. Chapter 1 AldricI'm done here. “Waiter,” I called, and my date blinked, surprised. As the waiter approached o...
Baby Daddy BOSS An Age Gap, Billionaire, Secret Baby Romance Dakota Nash Copyright Copyright © 2023 by Dakota Nash All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without written permission from the publisher or author, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law. Chapter 1 AldricI'm done here. “Waiter,” I called, and my date blinked, surprised. As the waiter approached our table with half-finished meals, I sighed. “Yes, sir?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.“May I have the check?” My voice was flat and bored as I inquired.“Is there a problem, sir?” He appeared to be genuinely concerned.“My date is a bore,” I said, waving my hand. “However, the food was fantastic.” I smiled and dropped a wad of cash that was more than enough to cover the bill plus an overly generous tip on the table, no longer willing to wait for a check. While she sat there stunned, I grabbed my coat. I forced a smile through my pursed lips.There is something about the women I have met recently. They were dull, shallow, and greedy. I have more money than I could ever need, which seems to attract skin-deep women who are after my money and name. One look at me convinces these women that I have the means to spoil them. I am Chapter 2 RoselineThe crowd fell silent after Doctor Aldric Haile took the stage. I didn’t blame them; he stole my breath too. Though perhaps it was for a different reason than the others surrounding me. His presence was demanding, and it claimed the attention of every attendee in the room. However, I could not help but be distracted by his eyes. By the hidden strength behind his suit, by the darkened bronze tone of his skin, and by his thick black hair. He was gorgeous, and he had no right to be so. I came here to learn, not to be distracted by brown eyes shattered with golden rays of inner sunlight. As he looked into the audience and skipped over me, I felt a connection that I couldn’t explain. Especially as his gaze tracked back to me for no reason, he narrowed in with a quirked brow, even as he continued his presentation. I felt as if he was speaking only to me. Not once did his attention move