Grumpy Billionaire Boss's Secret Baby

Grumpy Billionaire Boss's Secret Baby An Enemies to Lovers Romance E. S. Lynn Copyright Copyright © 2023 by E. S. Lynn - All rights reserved. In no way is it legal to reproduce, duplicate, or transmit any part of this document in either electronic means or in printed format. Recording of this publication is strictly prohibited and any storage of this document is not allowed unless with written permission from the publisher. All rights reserved. Respective authors own all copyrights not held by the publisher. Blurb I never expected my one-night stand to become my billionaire boss. I moved to New York to start a new life after I lost my job. And I ended up running into my past. Yikes! He’s a grumpy, sexy, blue-eyed CEO…and my son’s father. The crazier part is that he doesn’t know. I haven’t seen him since our one-night stand six years ago. Yet, he still has some crazy gravitational pull on me. I can’t figure him out though. He looks at me like he’s stripping me naked with his eyes. Then he bosses me around the office like he’s having a bad day. Boy, I’ll show him. Well, that’s what I thought until I found myself on his desk. He kisses my neck, and I bite my lower lip from begging for more. I don’t know how long I can hide the truth if this continues. I need to keep my distance and ignore my desires for him. Until he’s ready to meet our son. Contents 1. Emma 2. Jake 3. Emma 4. Emma 5. Jake 6. Emma 7. Jake 8. Emma 9. Jake 10. Emma 11. Jake 12. Emma 13. Jake 14. Emma 15. Jake 16. Emma 17. Jake 18. Emma 19. Emma 20. Jake 21. Emma 22. Jake 23. Jake 24. Emma 25. Jake 26. Emma 27. Jake 28. Jake 29. Emma 30. Jake Epilogue Grumpy Billionaire Fiancé Preview About E. S. Lynn Chapter 1 Emma“Emma Murphy, you better not zone out on us,” Elizabeth says to me as I let out a yawn. The line outside the Nightingale II is long, but my sister insists the brand-new West Hollywood nightclub is the perfect spot to celebrate my belated twenty-first birthday.Fresh off her plane from New York, Elizabeth has taken it upon herself to plan an entire week in LA with me and my best friend, Samantha. She claims that she’s craving a breather in between grad school and her new Wall Street job, but I know Elizabeth is here for me, too. I’m in desperate need of a week filled with distractions now that Samantha and I have wrapped up a stressful junior year at University of Southern California.“I’m still here,” I say, fighting off another yawn, this one bigger than the last.I really do want to spend this time with my sister. I’ve hated every second while Elizabeth’s been in New York and soon she’ll be gone again. It’s just that I’ve never been the type to spend my nights out. Around this time, I’m usually tucked away in Doheny Library or my room with my nose buried in a textbook.“By this week’s end, you’ll get used to all the late nights,” Elizabeth says, shooting me a wink. “Tonight is just the kickoff.”I cross my arms over my chest as a light breeze picks up. I should have brought a jacket. “If we can’t get in, it’s no big deal.”“We’ll get in,” Samantha assures us.“Let Samantha utilize her industry connections,” Elizabeth says. She wraps a single arm around Samantha and pulls her in for a hug. “What’s the point of interning at Entertainment Tonight if not to get into the nightclubs that all the A-list celebrities frequent these days?”“To have an impressive resume once she graduates?” I say, earning myself an amused look from both of them.Elizabeth cups my chin. “My sweet baby sis, I can’t wait to get you drunk tonight. I just hope you’re not the kind who recites quotes from famous investment textbooks.”“She’s a cuddler,” Samantha chimes in. “Emma has one drink, and suddenly she’s professing how much you mean to her like you’re being shipped off to war tomorrow.”“That was one time!” The worst part of having an aspiring fashion journalist for a friend is that they remember everything down to the last detail, not to mention their tendency to exaggerate just a little bit.“No way!” Elizabeth lets out a delighted gasp, her green eyes lighting up mischievously.Oh no, I know that look. I better enjoy my sober consciousness while I still have it.Once we arrive at the front of the line, Samantha steps forward to finesse our way inside.“We have a reservation.” She brushes her dirty blonde hair behind her shoulders. “Samantha Black.”I raise my brows. Ever since we met in the first grade, Samantha’s always been so in her power. The way she commands a floor has always been impressive.What’s even more impressive is the bouncer stepping aside and allowing the three of us inside the club.“Wow, my best friend grew up to be so cool.” I know Samantha rubs elbows at her internship, but I guess I underestimated her tonight. It was foolish of me to ever doubt her.Samantha gives me a playful wink, her blue eyes sparkling under the brightly lit entrance.Inside is a single-room floor plan with an impeccable mix of rustic and modern furnishings. It’s taking everything in me not to pull out my phone and research the monetary value of this building. That’s the real estate girl in me begging to take over, though, and she will not be running wild tonight. The semester is over, and I do need to just have some fun.Straightaway, Samantha leads us to the dance floor. I’m wearing a silver sequin halter dress and black open-toe heels—an outfit I bought impulsively at the start of last semester. I’m grateful for the opportunity to put it to good use finally.“We’re doing it up big tonight,” Elizabeth says. “I know you didn’t celebrate properly