Babe, You'll Be Mine

Turning thirty is like a big sale at the meat market. You have to go on a discount before someone starts considering you. And that's not the only problem Evonne Willard has to deal with, because right now her biological clock is ticking and she realizes that one morning she might wake up with white hair and a walking cane as her only companion. So to soothe her problem, Evonne has resolved to have a baby. Enter Ulysses Bloembergen, the man that possesses all the traits Evonne has ever wanted in a mate: tall, hot, smart, and an overall gentleman--all the perfect genes for her baby. All she has to do now is ask him nicely to donate a little sperm so she can conceive. But damn Logan Bloembergen-- Ulysses's smart-mouth, no-good cousin with the title of number one Casanova in Malaysia--has to come stirring up trouble. And now, under the influence of hormonal imbalances, Evonne finds her craving for a baby might not be enough, for she is beginning to crave the love of one of these men. Excerpt: When the door opened, a naked torso faced Evonne. Not just any old torso, but a hot, muscled, six-pack naked torso. She blinked and blinked, and then she blinked some more. She couldn't understand why a grown man would be wearing a towel, just a single white, fluffy towel wrapped around his waist, to answer the door. He was leaning against the doorframe, one hand supporting his tall, lean, muscular body that, Evonne noted, any female would want in her bed, including her. Not that she'd bedded any male, of course, since she was still a bloody virgin, for Lord's sake.

fatoum · Urban

Not enough ratings

84 Chs

Part 84: Will you marry her?

"No, you need to hear this." Evonne continued. "I know we're still strangers, even though I feel like I've known you as a lifetime already, but please, just stop it with that —" "Evonne, stop!" Logan repeated.

But Evonne didn't pay Logan any heed as she continued with her lecture. "I mean, what happens if you get someone pregnant?" "Evonne, stop talking now!" Logan demanded, his voice increasing another octave.

But Evonne didn't notice his temper darkening, so she just continued lecturing him. "Will you marry her? Will you change your Lothario ways? How are you going to support her? I'm only telling you this as a big sister would because you are younger than —" Logan snapped.

And to shut her up, he crushed his lips onto hers, forcing her to stop talking, forcing her to stop lecturing him. But my Lord, it was delicious. It felt like last night with his mysterious Lorddess all over again.

The taste, the scent, the heat of those lips, it was all turning his mind to a puddle. He couldn't think, couldn't speak, but just continued to take and enjoy while he punished her with his tongue, invading her territory.

His mysterious Lorddess, this was his mysterious Goddess. Oh Lord, he was kissing his mysterious Lorddess again. "Shit!" Logan pulled back when reality came crashing back into him.

This was not his mysterious Lorddess; it was Evonne, the Apple woman who was older than him by seven years. He saw Evonne staring up at him with a blank expression like she was in some sort of trance. Her lips were all swollen from his invading kiss.

Then he saw her long, beautiful, slender fingers caressing her swollen lips, moving ever so slowly on those lips he had just ravished with his hungry kiss. Logan swallowed, wanting very much to kiss those lips again.

"You kissed me," she said blankly. "Why did you kiss me?" Then, as if she had awakened from her stupor, she fluttered her eyes open and stared at him as if she just saw him for the first time.

The situation finally sank in, and she fled the scene. "I… I…" Logan couldn't form a cohesive sentence. He was confused at the moment. He couldn't understand why he was kissing Apple. The first time at the restaurant was an accident.

This time it was not. Wracking his brain for a simple explanation, he just couldn't come up with any as he watched her once again flew down the stairs with her hair tossing behind her, just like the very first time she had fled from him when she'd delivered those flowers to his townhouse the day before Valentine's.

For once, the king of Lotharios was at a loss for words.

To be continued

Rate this book

PREV INDEX