Claimed By My Billionaire Ex

CLAIMED BY MY BILLIONAIRE EX A BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND SECRET BABY ROMANCE RUBY EMHART © Copyright 2022 by Ruby Emhart All rights reserved. The content contained within this book may not be reproduced, duplicated or transmitted without direct written permission from the author or the publisher. Under no circumstances will any blame or legal responsibility be held against the publisher, or author, for any damages, reparation, or monetary loss due to the information contained within this book, either directly or indirectly. Legal Notice: This book is copyright protected. It is only for personal use. You cannot amend, distribute, sell, use, quote or paraphrase any part, or the content within this book, without the consent of the author or publisher. Disclaimer Notice: Please note the information contained within this document is for educational and entertainment purposes only. All effort has been executed to present accurate, up to date, reliable, complete information. No warranties of any kind are declared or implied. Readers acknowledge that the author is not engaged in the rendering of legal, financial, medical or professional advice. The content within this book has been derived from various sources. Please consult a licensed professional before attempting any techniques outlined in this book. By reading this document, the reader agrees that under no circumstances is the author responsible for any losses, direct or indirect, that are incurred as a result of the use of the information contained within this document, including, but not limited to, errors, omissions, or inaccuracies. ABOUT THE BOOK Keeping my baby a secret from my brother’s best friend felt right. Until I got knocked up again. My brother warned me to stay away from his arrogant best friend. I should’ve listened because the jerk ghosted me and left me pregnant. Never to cross his path again, I kept my daughter a secret. Fate had other plans when he pops back up in my life. Lucas Wilson, dominant, bossy and hotter-than-hell. I won’t cave into his luscious lips, insanely hot body with rock-hard abs. But the butterflies stirring in my stomach under his intense gaze tell me otherwise. One explosive bed-rocking night and I’m a hot mess. Then he sees my little girl has his deep blue eyes and sweet dimples. Cue, major hyperventilation. My senses tell me to run, but uh, oh…I’m pregnant, again! CONTENTS 1. Olive 2. Lucas 3. Olive 4. Lucas 5. Olive 6. Lucas 7. Olive 8. Lucas 9. Olive 10. Lucas 11. Olive 12. Lucas 13. Olive 14. Lucas 15. Olive 16. Lucas 17. Olive 18. Lucas 19. Olive 20. Lucas 21. Olive 22. Lucas 23. Olive 24. Lucas 25. Olive 26. Lucas Epilogue THANK YOU FOR READING EXCERPT FROM KNOCKED UP BY MY BEST FRIEND'S BROTHER ABOUT THE AUTHOR 1 OLIVE Every single weekday was the same. Holding Claire's hand, I straightened my posture, preparing for the wrath of wigs as we turned onto 42nd street. Her middle school was a red brick building, typical old Bostonian architecture. Old but revamped—much like her classmate's mothers. The group of women perked at our approach, their perms already plaited, ankles tucked into heels. Their outfits should be illegal for a Monday morning. I flattened out the wrinkles in my work uniform, my thumb sliding through a hole in the apron. Rachel Carlyle, the coach of the crew, was talking loudly to the others. "My husband, the congressman..." I did my best to drown her out. That woman never talked about anything other than her husband—the congressman. She spotted me and grinned, her perfect teeth nearly blinding me. "Olive!" She kissed both my cheeks, a tradition I still didn't understand. We didn't live in Europe, and we weren't friends. Then she tapped Claire on the head as if she was a dog and not a ten-year-old kid. "So good to see you two. How was your weekend?" I worked all weekend while Claire taught the regulars at the restaurant how to play Solitaire. Of course, I'd never say any of that out loud. What I had to say was much more interesting. "Oh, you know, just dined with the Pope. Smoked a cigar with the Prime Minister. Had drinks with the Mayor." Most of the women were used to my responses and no longer tried to hide the fake-ness in their chuckle. Why even chuckle then? However, a newcomer with pale skin and big blue eyes smiled. "Oh my God, what a weekend!" Rachel shot her a hard glare. "She's joking, Helen." She turned back to me and rolled her eyes so only I could see her response, as if implying I'm in on the joke. "No, Olive here is just a waitress." She mentioned my job before nine am—impressive. A new record. "Not that that's a bad thing, by any means," Rachel waved her hand as if swatting a fly. Sometimes, I wished I could swat her. "Being a single mother, I couldn't imagine." Maybe slap her. As if answering a question Helen didn't ask, Rachel continued. "But her daughter, Claire here, is so smart she almost got a full scholarship to Warren's Prep." It was the “almost” that did it for me. Fuck me with all you want, but mess with my kid and that's a big heap of flaming nope for me. Before I could inform Rachel of my thoughts, Claire squeezed my hand three times, her secret way of telling me she had my back. "Didn't you just turn forty?" It took everything inside me not to burst out laughing. "Children," I grinned. "So direct. Gotta love 'em." At twenty-eight, I was the youngest of the moms, and I knew it was a big part of the reason they disliked me. To my joyful shock, the newcomer, Helen, did start laughing. Rachel's posture snapped up straight so fast, her vertebrae cracked. She peered down her pointed nose at Claire. Her shoulders were practically trembling with rage, but her reputation depended on caring for children and she would never directly snap at a