Boss Daddies

BOSS DADDIES A SECRET BABY, SURPRISE PREGNANCY, REVERSE HAREM ROMANCE LISA CULLEN CONTENTS Description 1. Luna 2. Luna 3. Luna 4. Luna 5. Luna 6. Silver 7. Luna 8. Harper 9. Luna 10. Desi 11. Luna 12. Luna 13. Silver 14. Luna 15. Harper 16. Luna 17. Luna 18. Silver 19. Luna 20. Luna 21. Desi 22. Luna 23. Luna 24. Desi 25. Luna 26. Desi 27. Luna 28. Luna 29. Silver 30. Luna 31. Luna 32. Luna 33. Silver 34. Luna 35. Luna 36. Silver 37. Desi 38. Luna 39. Luna 40. Luna All Snowed In (Sneak Peek) Description Chapter 1 © Copyright 2023, by Author Lisa Cullen . All Rights Reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form or by any means including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other non commercial uses permitted by copyright law. Unauthorised reproduction or distribution of this work is illegal. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. This book is intended for adult readers only. Any sexual activity portrayed in these pages occurs between consenting adults over the age of 18 who are not related by blood. DESCRIPTION It was meant to be a swimwear modeling job…. But now my three bosses have me on my knees asking for more. One of them is my baby’s daddy… and he has no idea. What was I thinking, accepting a modeling job in a freaking bikini? I used to be a model, but my life is so different now… I’m a single mom trying to make ends meet when they hire me. There’s Harper, the tall, tattooed, serious and gorgeous billionaire who wants to change the world. Player Desi is the confident, handsome stylist on set, teasing me relentlessly and making me want more… And there’s also quiet Silver, the irresistible shy photographer for the shoot. I may be wrong… but I think they all want me. I know not to mix business with pleasure. My main worry is making enough to pay for my daughter, but my money worries are soon erased as the three fashionable billionaires shower me and my little girl with expensive gifts. Temptations arise at every opportunity and I succumb to my irresistible bosses… but soon, the fire between us sparks hotter, and I end up with a baby in my belly… And no idea whose it is. 1 LUNA “I’m sorry but I just don’t believe you.” The words washed over me like the first burst of a cold shower on a hot summer's day. It took all of my self-restraint to keep the smile on my face as the growing warmth from the cup in my hand teetered towards painful. “I can assure you,” I replied as sweetly as I could manage, “I definitely used oat milk.” “I was watching you,” the customer replied, “and I didn’t see you use that oat carton at all.” The lilt in her voice matched the sharp way she pointed a manicured blue-tipped finger at me. The tart disbelief in her tone was abundant and as we stared each other down, I knew I didn’t have a chance in hell of winning this argument. I could have made this drink right in front of her salmon-spectacle-clad eyes and it wouldn’t have been good enough. Judging by the purse of her lips and the blonde bob of her hair, I was pretty sure she was simply spoiling for an argument. “Ma’am, as you can see, we’re really busy today and I’m having to make multiple drinks at the same time—” “That’s not my problem!” She cut in with such glee that I had to fight the reflexive urge to toss the cup at her and storm away. “I understand that, I’m just trying to explain that you’ve seen me making other drinks—” “I don’t care,” she interrupted again. Her raised voice caused several seated patrons to glance up from their various drinks and meals to check out the commotion. Fuck. The muscles in my face were already aching from my forced smile and keeping that up with an audience was even harder. “I want another coffee. Made correctly this time.” Her beady eyes narrowed behind her glasses, and for a few seconds, I entertained the rather abrupt intrusive thought of dragging her over the counter and giving her a close-up view of the difference between our milk cartons. That fantasy would be my only retribution today. “Right away, ma’am.” I didn’t miss the victorious smirk that curved across her lips as I turned away, and the image burned into my mind as I discarded the oat latte—and it was oat, we may be busy but I made that drink correctly—and started on another. Unsatisfied groans about the extended wait rose up from the queue that had formed behind Mrs. Oat Milk during her little rant. The sound sent a wave of burning, embarrassed heat across the back of my neck and down my spine. Spending every available hour working my fingers to the bone serving coffee and cake to Chicago’s business elite was not how I wanted to spend my days, but it was a job. A job I’d poured my heart and soul into for the past five years just to make ends meet. Yet, every time I came face-to-face with someone like Mrs. Oat Milk—someone who took pleasure in making the jobs of service workers that much more difficult for their own twisted pleasure—I contemplated my survival rate if I just quit and lived on instant noodles until the end of my days. A sweet, selfish fantasy that didn’t take into account my adorable daughter, Hazel, and her hatred of noodles. The desire for something better burned