Why?

He took my v-card.

He left me in a hotel room. Alone.

Four years later …

He's a billionaire consultant, the No. 1 in NY City. (So much for karma!)

A demanding, bossy jerk who's cocky AF—

and still panty-melting hot (See? No karma at all!)

He can't even be bothered to remember my name.

Now, he holds the fate of my job in his hands.

I should resist him.

I shouldn't let him tempt me.

At the very least, I should have stopped it with the kiss he gave me.

Our first hook up was by accident—one time only.

Unless you count the second, third, and fourth times…

Then, he says we're more than friends, and I feel myself melt.

It turns out, even a man like him has a heart.

It's unfortunate that we can't be together.

Because he can never find out…

He's the father of my child.