You’ve Got to Be Kidding
The last time I saw my baby daddy, we were in the backseat of a limo at his brother’s wedding. Making magic—or a kiddo.
No judging. There was a lot of liquor involved and the man is a god.
He passed out before I could tell him my name, but payback is hell.
I stole his pants for good measure. I’m sure he enjoyed that.
It was supposed to be one night of fun.
Just one night of being the crazy, free girl I was before I took over my dad’s company. And it was that.
Until I saw those two lines... [Read More...]
