Blind Date with the Billionaire

First, Dr. Jerk ghosted me.

Now, I’m pregnant, and he’s the daddy.

Guess who’s delivering our baby?

It was supposed to be a normal blind date–awkward, nerve-wracking, uneventful.

But I walked up to the wrong guy:

The hottest, sexiest, richest doctor in all of New York:

Dr. Dillan Maxwell.

My first crush and first kiss.

Hours later, the doctor is in! (Talk about opening wide and saying, “ahhh.”)

Then, he’s gone. For him, it was just a one-time thing—a wham, bam, thank you ma’am.

Not that a broke nightclub dancer and a well-respected doctor ever had a chance.

But he left me with a parting gift: A pregnancy.

Nine months later, it’s time to deliver my bundle of joy, and my contractions are getting closer together.

Who walks in as my OBGYN?

Oh, hi, Dr. Maxwell. Do I have a surprise for you.