Surprise Baby for the Player

Surprise Baby for the Player Clarissa McKay Copyright Copyright © 2023 by Clarissa McKay 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. Contents 1. Chapter 1 Serena 2. Chapter 2 Isaac 3. Chapter 3 Serena 4. Chapter 4 Isaac 5. Chapter 5 Serena 6. Chapter 6 Isaac 7. Chapter 7 Serena 8. Chapter 8 Isaac 9. Chapter 9 Serena 10. Chapter 10 Isaac 11. Chapter 11 Serena 12. Chapter 12 Isaac 13. Chapter 13 Serena 14. Chapter 14 Isaac 15. Chapter 15 Serena 16. Chapter 16 Isaac 17. Chapter 17 Serena 18. Chapter 18 Isaac 19. Chapter 19 Serena 20. Chapter 20 Isaac 21. Epilogue Isaac Fake Dating the Player Preview Chapter 1 Josie Chapter 2 Nathan Chapter 3 Josie About Clarissa Chapter 1 Serena There are way too many people inside my little house. Which, okay, is a given when you and your housemates decide to throw a party, but it kind of feels like the entire Stonewall campus is here—even if that’s dramatic of me to claim. It’s not that bad, honestly; I’m just already in mild freak-out mode thinking of how much cleaning up and disinfecting the girls and I are going to have to do tomorrow, needing to air out the house to get rid of the stench of beer and liquor and God knows what else. “You better not be stressing about tomorrow’s clean up instead of having a good time,” one of my housemates and best friends, Lily, shouts over the music as she comes up to me, red Solo cup in hand. My hands being empty of a drink kind of give me away. “Is it that obvious?” I shout back with a laugh, prompting her to huff with a shake of her head. “Do you need me to pour a drink down your throat?” Lily asks. “You’re supposed to be having fun!” I stifle another laugh. “I am!” “When was the last time you got drunk and stupid, huh?” she demands, narrowing her eyes. “Alright, alright,” I say with a shake of my head. “I’ll go get a drink.” I can feel her narrow-eyed gaze following me as I head to the kitchen, pushing past crowds of people as the bass of some unknown song playing throughout the house pounds in my eardrums. The party is solely because it’s the last weekend before the new semester starts, and while two of our friends are seniors, Lily and I are in graduate school, feeling like a couple of grandmas with our other two roommates still doing undergrad. The party was my roommate’s Lily and Ashton idea, and my third roomie Claire and I just went along with it--because why not? But I know for a fact that Lily is hoping this party will give me an excuse to get, as put in her words, drunk and stupid. It’s the first party I’ve been to since breaking up with Carter, my ex-boyfriend, about two months ago. Our relationship lasted about eight months, which is the longest one for me since I’ve always been laser-focused on school and my studies. It’s ending hurt more than I thought it would—especially because I broke up with Carter after finding out that he was only with me because of the money my family name has. Turns out, I wasted a good eight months with a gold digger; the girls were disgusted on my behalf—even more so when I told them I was going on subpar sex throughout the entire relationship. So, I really got nothing out of it other than some trust issues and maybe less than a handful of orgasms. Entering the kitchen, I walk around the counter and look at the assortment of drinks, knowing there’s more in the fridge. I twist my lips to the side, bracing my hands on the counter as I sweep my gaze over everything. I’m not entirely in the mood to drink more, since I’ve already had two White Claws, and I tap my nails on the counter. “You look like you’re thinking hard.” I blink to get out of my own head, hearing the voice over the sound of music, I look to my right. A tall guy stands there, looking casual in a ball cap, jeans, and a maroon sweatshirt, tight against his large build. The casual outfit doesn’t take away from the utter surfer boy vibe he’s got going on. Tousled blonde hair, that has a bit of a shaggy look, and blue eyes that can wildly rival the ocean. All in all, he is unbelievably gorgeous. “Oh, uh—” I blink a couple of times and look at the drinks before chuckling kind of awkwardly. “Yeah, I guess,” I say, pushing some hair behind my ear. He flashes me a grin and, oh Lord, he’s got dimples--because of course he does. He folds his arms on top of the counter, raising an eyebrow at me as he asks, “Penny for your thoughts?” I roll my lips into my mouth, stifling a smile. “Honestly?” I reply with a short chuckle. “I’m thinking of how much cleaning up we’re gonna have to do in the morning.” I almost cringe at my words, but to my surprise, the guy laughs, the sound deep and throaty enough to send shivers down my spine. “This is your place?” he asks and I nod. He clicks his tongue, sweeping his gaze around. “Yeah, you’ll probably have your work cut out for you.” I smile a little and shrug. “It’s what I signed up for I guess.” Then I pause for a moment and add on, “I’m Serena.” His grin remains, showing off unfairly perfect white teeth to go with his handsome features, his jaw sharp and lips full. “Isaac,” he introduces. Then he nods towards the array of bottles in front of us and asks, “You gonna get another drink?” “Probably not,”