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Torn Between Alphas Chapter 1 “You don’t know how difficult it’s been to stay away from you.” I smiled as he stepped closer. He pulled me in. “You’re my girl.” I nodded. Yes, please. Then he closed the distance between us. Shivers danced down me as he continued to bring me even closer. I steadied myself with his help, overcome by my emotions. A delicious jolt washed through me and I pushed through his soft dark locks. He continued to worship me, leaving sparks of electricity dancing on me. “Our connection is amazing,” he said, as he moved us toward the furniture. He took a step back and I couldn’t help myself, whimpering at the lost contact. A dark chuckle rumbled from deep within him, “Don’t you think so?” I needed to be less warm. The laundry pile formed on the floor. I looked at him directly. “Oops.” His laugh was low. “I can’t believe this.” This certified good-time god knew exactly how to make me melt. And he was my boyfriend. Yum. My wonderful boyfriend...um… Wait, oh no! How did I forget my boyfriend’s name? “There’s something I want to try with you,” he breathed out. “What’s that?” I asked, burning under his look. “This.” I blinked rapidly, not sure I was seeing things correctly. My incredible boyfriend who was definitely going to do it with me had an elephant standing behind him. “Uh, what’s going on?” “Did you see this elephant tea cup set on Etsy? They’re so cute, right?” “Huh?” The elephant behind him had vanished. I was definitely getting a little too clouded. As I refocused, I noticed he was holding a blindfold. “Do you know what happens next?” I shrugged. “No?” He smirked. “Well get ready to…WAKE UP YOU LAZY B!” I awoke to see not a hot guy but my best friend Lola, who was unpleasantly shaking me awake. “NO!” I shouted. “Did you have to do that RIGHT NOW?!” “Did you seriously fall asleep? Have I been talking to myself this whole time?” I forced myself to get up off my bed. “I was having the most amazing dream.” And would have preferred not to have been woken up. Especiall
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I never thought I’d be carrying a stranger’s baby for money, let alone a sexy, frustrating, controlling one like Colton Collins. I’m in a pregnancy-of-convenience with someone I can’t stand, but am also attracted to. How am I going to make this work? I’m Emily Valdez. College student. 24-year-old aspiring nurse. And surrogate to Colton Collins—the rich-beyond-belief enigmatic bachelor of the famous Collins family. I never thought I’d be carrying a stranger’s baby for money, let alone a sexy, frustrating, controlling one like Colton. Colton wants a baby and says he always gets what he wants. But what if I want him? *** I’m Emily Valdez. 24-year-old innocent young woman. College student. And hired surrogate to Colton Collins—the enigmatic bachelor of the famous Collins family. I’m not the type of girl who treasures her v-card, but losing it to Colton is the best way to get pregnant with his child. He says he didn’t pay me to take that from me. I said I could handle it. I had no idea what I was getting into. *** Congratulations! I usually like letters that begin this way; it was on my acceptance letter to NYU, on my scholarship award letter. Letters that begin with Congratulations! are a good thing. “This is a good thing.” I nod slowly as I stare at the letter in front of me. I tremble, making the letter shake, so I set it on the counter and pace around the kitchen. This letter isn’t the kind of good you know you have to do, but don’t want to. Like when you know you have to clean your bedroom, but you’d rather lay in bed and watch TV. Or when you know you have to do your homework, but you want to go watch a new movie at the theater. That kind of good—the kind that has a worthwhile result but involves a sacrifice. In this case, a huge sacrifice. “Emily?” I look up and realize that Peter, my roommate, is looking at me. “Yeah?” I say, reaching for the letter quickly. “Are you alright?” he asks. “Yeah, just tired. I’m going to take a nap,” I announce, making my way
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I couldn’t be in love with my boss.\n \n\nThis just wasn’t happening to me. But every time I looked over at him, I knew. I couldn’t help it. He was the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen in my life. We stood opposite one another while I tried to busy myself with my work. I folded up the dresses in the workshop and carefully put them back on the racks, but I could feel his eyes watching me. Those deep, piercing eyes could make me do whatever he wanted. \n \n\nAs I finished placing the last of the gowns back where it belonged I turned slowly to face him. Callum Bane. His dark hair fell in front of those fiery eyes, and he stood a good foot taller than me. “I’m all finished for the day, sir,” I said, mouth going dry as he nodded at me. \n \n\n“Why don’t you stay for a bit?” he asked. It was so hard to refuse him when he spoke to me like that. Was he thinking the same thing I was? Most guys didn’t give me a second glance, but when Callum Bane looked at me it made me feel like the only woman in the entire world. He stood up from his desk, and my heart pounded in my chest like a hammer. He was so close. I could reach out and touch him. But I wouldn’t. He wouldn’t. We couldn’t do this. \n\n \n“I…I think I should get back to the staff quarters for the night. They’ll wonder where I am.” It wasn’t a lie. Jia and the others would be waiting for me to clock out. And Callum had a reputation among the rest of the maids. \n\n \n“Briala,” I loved how he said my name. I loved him, but I could never tell him. “I’m ordering you to stay.”\n\n \n***\n \nOne Week Earlier… \n\n \nIf I didn’t know any better, I’d have thought the fairy tale worthy Krkonoše mountains rolling by outside the car windows were nothing more than a projection on a green-screen. That morning, I’d woken up in my old, broken twin-bed in my apartment in Delaware, and now I was in an all-white Rolls Royce being chauffeured through The Giant Mountains just outside of freaking Prague! \n\n \nI texted a picture of the scenery to my best friend Nijah back in the States. \

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Filthy Rich Alpha CHAPTER ONE “Go. Just go. At a party like this, you could meet the love of your life.” Cara Michal didn’t bother rolling her eyes, mostly because her friend Iris was giving her advice over the phone and couldn’t see her do it. “I work on Wall Street, Iris. This is a company party, filled with guys I work with. None of them are interested in love. Even if they were, I’m not.” “Well, apparently you’re not interested in fun, either. Jeez, Cara, just how long has it been since you’ve been on a date?” Cara sighed. In the past six weeks, she hadn’t had time to do anything but eat, sleep, work, and visit her mother and brother. Dating hadn’t even been a thought on the horizon. Heck, Iris already knew that, because they’d barely seen each other, but thankfully, the huge project Cara had been working on was over and she could now get back to a standard seventy-five-hour work week instead of what had been closer to a hundred. “It’s been a while,” Cara admitted. “But I knew when I started the four-year analyst program at Dubois & Mellan, that’s what I was signing up for. That’s why they pay me the big bucks,” she added dryly. Earning a six-figure salary three years after graduating college wasn’t anything to scoff at, but the reality was that the money didn’t go very far, either. Not for a single woman living in Manhattan with the kind of bills Cara had to pay, anyway. “By this time next year, that’ll all change. You’ll get your bonus for completing the program, dole it out to your family, and finally listen to me when I say you need to seriously rethink your chosen profession and do something you love,” Iris said, confidence in her tone. “I love analyzing numbers,” Cara pointed out. It was mostly a true statement, but there were other things she loved more. Things she might have tried out as a career if her life had turned out different. Years ago, when her family had to move out of their little Long Island house to Brooklyn, she’d told no one except her new friend Iris about the financial sc
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Chapter 1 “You don’t know how difficult it’s been to stay away from you.” I smiled as he stepped closer. He pulled me in. “You’re my girl.” I nodded. Yes, please. Then he closed the distance between us. Shivers danced down me as he continued to bring me even closer. I steadied myself with his help, overcome by my emotions. A delicious jolt washed through me and I pushed through his soft dark locks. He continued to worship me, leaving sparks of electricity dancing on me. “Our connection is amazing,” he said, as he moved us toward the furniture. He took a step back and I couldn’t help myself, whimpering at the lost contact. A dark chuckle rumbled from deep within him, “Don’t you think so?” I needed to be less warm. The laundry pile formed on the floor. I looked at him directly. “Oops.” His laugh was low. “I can’t believe this.” This certified good-time god knew exactly how to make me melt. And he was my boyfriend. Yum. My wonderful boyfriend...um… Wait, oh no! How did I forget my boyfriend’s name? “There’s something I want to try with you,” he breathed out. “What’s that?” I asked, burning under his look. “This.” I blinked rapidly, not sure I was seeing things correctly. My incredible boyfriend who was definitely going to do it with me had an elephant standing behind him. “Uh, what’s going on?” “Did you see this elephant tea cup set on Etsy? They’re so cute, right?” “Huh?” The elephant behind him had vanished. I was definitely getting a little too clouded. As I refocused, I noticed he was holding a blindfold. “Do you know what happens next?” I shrugged. “No?” He smirked. “Well get ready to…WAKE UP YOU LAZY B!” I awoke to see not a hot guy but my best friend Lola, who was unpleasantly shaking me awake. “NO!” I shouted. “Did you have to do that RIGHT NOW?!” “Did you seriously fall asleep? Have I been talking to myself this whole time?” I forced myself to get up off my bed. “I was having the most amazing dream.” And would have preferred not to have
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Filthy Rich Alpha CHAPTER ONE “Go. Just go. At a party like this, you could meet the love of your life.” Cara Michal didn’t bother rolling her eyes, mostly because her friend Iris was giving her advice over the phone and couldn’t see her do it. “I work on Wall Street, Iris. This is a company party, filled with guys I work with. None of them are interested in love. Even if they were, I’m not.” “Well, apparently you’re not interested in fun, either. Jeez, Cara, just how long has it been since you’ve been on a date?” Cara sighed. In the past six weeks, she hadn’t had time to do anything but eat, sleep, work, and visit her mother and brother. Dating hadn’t even been a thought on the horizon. Heck, Iris already knew that, because they’d barely seen each other, but thankfully, the huge project Cara had been working on was over and she could now get back to a standard seventy-five-hour work week instead of what had been closer to a hundred. “It’s been a while,” Cara admitted. “But I knew when I started the four-year analyst program at Dubois & Mellan, that’s what I was signing up for. That’s why they pay me the big bucks,” she added dryly. Earning a six-figure salary three years after graduating college wasn’t anything to scoff at, but the reality was that the money didn’t go very far, either. Not for a single woman living in Manhattan with the kind of bills Cara had to pay, anyway. “By this time next year, that’ll all change. You’ll get your bonus for completing the program, dole it out to your family, and finally listen to me when I say you need to seriously rethink your chosen profession and do something you love,” Iris said, confidence in her tone. “I love analyzing numbers,” Cara pointed out. It was mostly a true statement, but there were other things she loved more. Things she might have tried out as a career if her life had turned out different. Years ago, when her family had to move out of their little Long Island house to Brooklyn, she’d told no one except her new friend Iris about the financial sc
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CHAPTER ONE I’m Emily Valdez. 24-year-old innocent young woman. College student. And hired surrogate to Colton Collins—the enigmatic bachelor of the famous Collins family. I’m not the type of girl who treasures her v-card, but losing it to Colton is the best way to get pregnant with his child. He says he didn’t pay me to take that from me. I said I could handle it. I had no idea what I was getting into. *** Congratulations! I usually like letters that begin this way; it was on my acceptance letter to NYU, on my scholarship award letter. Letters that begin with Congratulations! are a good thing. “This is a good thing.” I nod slowly as I stare at the letter in front of me. I tremble, making the letter shake, so I set it on the counter and pace around the kitchen. This letter isn’t the kind of good you know you have to do, but don’t want to. Like when you know you have to clean your bedroom, but you’d rather lay in bed and watch TV. Or when you know you have to do your homework, but you want to go watch a new movie at the theater. That kind of good—the kind that has a worthwhile result but involves a sacrifice. In this case, a huge sacrifice. “Emily?” I look up and realize that Peter, my roommate, is looking at me. “Yeah?” I say, reaching for the letter quickly. “Are you alright?” he asks. “Yeah, just tired. I’m going to take a nap,” I announce, making my way to my room. I met Peter almost two years ago at the beginning of my junior year in New York University. We decided to move in to a two-bedroom apartment together after becoming good friends. I go to my room, lay on my bed, and stare at the ceiling. I have three exams this week and a ton of homework to do, but I can’t bring myself to start studying. A few months ago, I received the worst news I could possibly receive: my dad had a heart attack. My mom didn’t tell me until he was out of danger, but that didn’t make me feel any better; my family lives in Arizona, where I was born, but since I’m at NYU on scholarship, I couldn’t even
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I’m Emily Valdez. 24-year-old innocent young woman. College student. And hired surrogate to Colton Collins—the enigmatic bachelor of the famous Collins family. I’m not the type of girl who treasures her v-card, but losing it to Colton is the best way to get pregnant with his child. He says he didn’t pay me to take that from me. I said I could handle it. I had no idea what I was getting into. *** Congratulations! I usually like letters that begin this way; it was on my acceptance letter to NYU, on my scholarship award letter. Letters that begin with Congratulations! are a good thing. “This is a good thing.” I nod slowly as I stare at the letter in front of me. I tremble, making the letter shake, so I set it on the counter and pace around the kitchen. This letter isn’t the kind of good you know you have to do, but don’t want to. Like when you know you have to clean your bedroom, but you’d rather lay in bed and watch TV. Or when you know you have to do your homework, but you want to go watch a new movie at the theater. That kind of good—the kind that has a worthwhile result but involves a sacrifice. In this case, a huge sacrifice. “Emily?” I look up and realize that Peter, my roommate, is looking at me. “Yeah?” I say, reaching for the letter quickly. “Are you alright?” he asks. “Yeah, just tired. I’m going to take a nap,” I announce, making my way to my room. I met Peter almost two years ago at the beginning of my junior year in New York University. We decided to move in to a two-bedroom apartment together after becoming good friends. I go to my room, lay on my bed, and stare at the ceiling. I have three exams this week and a ton of homework to do, but I can’t bring myself to start studying. A few months ago, I received the worst news I could possibly receive: my dad had a heart attack. My mom didn’t tell me until he was out of danger, but that didn’t make me feel any better; my family lives in Arizona, where I was born, but since I’m at NYU on scholarship, I couldn’t even see him. Ever since, my
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Chapter 1 “You don’t know how difficult it’s been to stay away from you.” I smiled as he stepped closer. He pulled me in. “You’re my girl.” I nodded. Yes, please. Then he closed the distance between us. Shivers danced down me as he continued to bring me even closer. I steadied myself with his help, overcome by my emotions. A delicious jolt washed through me and I pushed through his soft dark locks. He continued to worship me, leaving sparks of electricity dancing on me. “Our connection is amazing,” he said, as he moved us toward the furniture. He took a step back and I couldn’t help myself, whimpering at the lost contact. A dark chuckle rumbled from deep within him, “Don’t you think so?” I needed to be less warm. The laundry pile formed on the floor. I looked at him directly. “Oops.” His laugh was low. “I can’t believe this.” This certified good-time god knew exactly how to make me melt. And he was my boyfriend. Yum. My wonderful boyfriend...um… Wait, oh no! How did I forget my boyfriend’s name? “There’s something I want to try with you,” he breathed out. “What’s that?” I asked, burning under his look. “This.” I blinked rapidly, not sure I was seeing things correctly. My incredible boyfriend who was definitely going to do it with me had an elephant standing behind him. “Uh, what’s going on?” “Did you see this elephant tea cup set on Etsy? They’re so cute, right?” “Huh?” The elephant behind him had vanished. I was definitely getting a little too clouded. As I refocused, I noticed he was holding a blindfold. “Do you know what happens next?” I shrugged. “No?” He smirked. “Well get ready to…WAKE UP YOU LAZY B!” I awoke to see not a hot guy but my best friend Lola, who was unpleasantly shaking me awake. “NO!” I shouted. “Did you have to do that RIGHT NOW?!” “Did you seriously fall asleep? Have I been talking to myself this whole time?” I forced myself to get up off my bed. “I was having the most amazing dream.” And would have preferred not to have
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Chapter 1 “You don’t know how difficult it’s been to stay away from you.” I smiled as he stepped closer. He pulled me in. “You’re my girl.” I nodded. Yes, please. Then he closed the distance between us. Shivers danced down me as he continued to bring me even closer. I steadied myself with his help, overcome by my emotions. A delicious jolt washed through me and I pushed through his soft dark locks. He continued to worship me, leaving sparks of electricity dancing on me. “Our connection is amazing,” he said, as he moved us toward the furniture. He took a step back and I couldn’t help myself, whimpering at the lost contact. A dark chuckle rumbled from deep within him, “Don’t you think so?” I needed to be less warm. The laundry pile formed on the floor. I looked at him directly. “Oops.” His laugh was low. “I can’t believe this.” This certified good-time god knew exactly how to make me melt. And he was my boyfriend. Yum. My wonderful boyfriend...um… Wait, oh no! How did I forget my boyfriend’s name? “There’s something I want to try with you,” he breathed out. “What’s that?” I asked, burning under his look. “This.” I blinked rapidly, not sure I was seeing things correctly. My incredible boyfriend who was definitely going to do it with me had an elephant standing behind him. “Uh, what’s going on?” “Did you see this elephant tea cup set on Etsy? They’re so cute, right?” “Huh?” The elephant behind him had vanished. I was definitely getting a little too clouded. As I refocused, I noticed he was holding a blindfold. “Do you know what happens next?” I shrugged. “No?” He smirked. “Well get ready to…WAKE UP YOU LAZY B!” I awoke to see not a hot guy but my best friend Lola, who was unpleasantly shaking me awake. “NO!” I shouted. “Did you have to do that RIGHT NOW?!” “Did you seriously fall asleep? Have I been talking to myself this whole time?” I forced myself to get up off my bed. “I was having the most amazing dream.” And would have preferred not to have
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CHAPTER ONE “Go. Just go. At a party like this, you could meet the love of your life.” Cara Michal didn’t bother rolling her eyes, mostly because her friend Iris was giving her advice over the phone and couldn’t see her do it. “I work on Wall Street, Iris. This is a company party, filled with guys I work with. None of them are interested in love. Even if they were, I’m not.” “Well, apparently you’re not interested in fun, either. Jeez, Cara, just how long has it been since you’ve been on a date?” Cara sighed. In the past six weeks, she hadn’t had time to do anything but eat, sleep, work, and visit her mother and brother. Dating hadn’t even been a thought on the horizon. Heck, Iris already knew that, because they’d barely seen each other, but thankfully, the huge project Cara had been working on was over and she could now get back to a standard seventy-five-hour work week instead of what had been closer to a hundred. “It’s been a while,” Cara admitted. “But I knew when I started the four-year analyst program at Dubois & Mellan, that’s what I was signing up for. That’s why they pay me the big bucks,” she added dryly. Earning a six-figure salary three years after graduating college wasn’t anything to scoff at, but the reality was that the money didn’t go very far, either. Not for a single woman living in Manhattan with the kind of bills Cara had to pay, anyway. “By this time next year, that’ll all change. You’ll get your bonus for completing the program, dole it out to your family, and finally listen to me when I say you need to seriously rethink your chosen profession and do something you love,” Iris said, confidence in her tone. “I love analyzing numbers,” Cara pointed out. It was mostly a true statement, but there were other things she loved more. Things she might have tried out as a career if her life had turned out different. Years ago, when her family had to move out of their little Long Island house to Brooklyn, she’d told no one except her new friend Iris about the financial scandal that had disgrac
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“You don’t know how difficult it’s been to stay away from you.” I smiled as he stepped closer. He pulled me in. “You’re my girl.” I nodded. Yes, please. Then he closed the distance between us. Shivers danced down me as he continued to bring me even closer. I steadied myself with his help, overcome by my emotions. A delicious jolt washed through me and I pushed through his soft dark locks. He continued to worship me, leaving sparks of electricity dancing on me. “Our connection is amazing,” he said, as he moved us toward the furniture. He took a step back and I couldn’t help myself, whimpering at the lost contact. A dark chuckle rumbled from deep within him, “Don’t you think so?” I needed to be less warm. The laundry pile formed on the floor. I looked at him directly. “Oops.” His laugh was low. “I can’t believe this.” This certified good-time god knew exactly how to make me melt. And he was my boyfriend. Yum. My wonderful boyfriend...um… Wait, oh no! How did I forget my boyfriend’s name? “There’s something I want to try with you,” he breathed out. “What’s that?” I asked, burning under his look. “This.” I blinked rapidly, not sure I was seeing things correctly. My incredible boyfriend who was definitely going to do it with me had an elephant standing behind him. “Uh, what’s going on?” “Did you see this elephant tea cup set on Etsy? They’re so cute, right?” “Huh?” The elephant behind him had vanished. I was definitely getting a little too clouded. As I refocused, I noticed he was holding a blindfold. “Do you know what happens next?” I shrugged. “No?” He smirked. “Well get ready to…WAKE UP YOU LAZY B!” I awoke to see not a hot guy but my best friend Lola, who was unpleasantly shaking me awake. “NO!” I shouted. “Did you have to do that RIGHT NOW?!” “Did you seriously fall asleep? Have I been talking to myself this whole time?” I forced myself to get up off my bed. “I was having the most amazing dream.” And would have preferred not to have been woken up. Especially so rudely. “You can’t sleep our
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Chapter 1 “You don’t know how difficult it’s been to stay away from you.” I smiled as he stepped closer. He pulled me in. “You’re my girl.” I nodded. Yes, please. Then he closed the distance between us. Shivers danced down me as he continued to bring me even closer. I steadied myself with his help, overcome by my emotions. A delicious jolt washed through me and I pushed through his soft dark locks. He continued to worship me, leaving sparks of electricity dancing on me. “Our connection is amazing,” he said, as he moved us toward the furniture. He took a step back and I couldn’t help myself, whimpering at the lost contact. A dark chuckle rumbled from deep within him, “Don’t you think so?” I needed to be less warm. The laundry pile formed on the floor. I looked at him directly. “Oops.” His laugh was low. “I can’t believe this.” This certified good-time god knew exactly how to make me melt. And he was my boyfriend. Yum. My wonderful boyfriend...um… Wait, oh no! How did I forget my boyfriend’s name? “There’s something I want to try with you,” he breathed out. “What’s that?” I asked, burning under his look. “This.” I blinked rapidly, not sure I was seeing things correctly. My incredible boyfriend who was definitely going to do it with me had an elephant standing behind him. “Uh, what’s going on?” “Did you see this elephant tea cup set on Etsy? They’re so cute, right?” “Huh?” The elephant behind him had vanished. I was definitely getting a little too clouded. As I refocused, I noticed he was holding a blindfold. “Do you know what happens next?” I shrugged. “No?” He smirked. “Well get ready to…WAKE UP YOU LAZY B!” I awoke to see not a hot guy but my best friend Lola, who was unpleasantly shaking me awake. “NO!” I shouted. “Did you have to do that RIGHT NOW?!” “Did you seriously fall asleep? Have I been talking to myself this whole time?” I forced myself to get up off my bed. “I was having the most amazing dream.” And would have preferred not to have
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I never thought I’d be pregnant while still in college. Let alone acting as a surrogate for a billionaire. But this little one inside me has changed everything. I’m Emily Valdez. College student. Aspiring nurse. And hired surrogate to Colton Collins—the enigmatic, often infuriating, billionaire bachelor of the famous Collins family. This wasn’t exactly the life I’d planned for myself. I’d never thought I’d be a mother this young. But as I place my hand on my swollen belly and feel my baby kick, I know that I’ve made the right choice—no matter what the consequences. *** I’m Emily Valdez. 24-year-old innocent young woman. College student. And hired surrogate to Colton Collins—the enigmatic bachelor of the famous Collins family. I’m not the type of girl who treasures her v-card, but losing it to Colton is the best way to get pregnant with his child. He says he didn’t pay me to take that from me. I said I could handle it. I had no idea what I was getting into. *** Congratulations! I usually like letters that begin this way; it was on my acceptance letter to NYU, on my scholarship award letter. Letters that begin with Congratulations! are a good thing. “This is a good thing.” I nod slowly as I stare at the letter in front of me. I tremble, making the letter shake, so I set it on the counter and pace around the kitchen. This letter isn’t the kind of good you know you have to do, but don’t want to. Like when you know you have to clean your bedroom, but you’d rather lay in bed and watch TV. Or when you know you have to do your homework, but you want to go watch a new movie at the theater. That kind of good—the kind that has a worthwhile result but involves a sacrifice. In this case, a huge sacrifice. “Emily?” I look up and realize that Peter, my roommate, is looking at me. “Yeah?” I say, reaching for the letter quickly. “Are you alright?” he asks. “Yeah, just tired. I’m going to take a nap,” I announce, making my way to my room. I met Peter almost two years ago
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Filthy Rich Alpha CHAPTER ONE “Go. Just go. At a party like this, you could meet the love of your life.” Cara Michal didn’t bother rolling her eyes, mostly because her friend Iris was giving her advice over the phone and couldn’t see her do it. “I work on Wall Street, Iris. This is a company party, filled with guys I work with. None of them are interested in love. Even if they were, I’m not.” “Well, apparently you’re not interested in fun, either. Jeez, Cara, just how long has it been since you’ve been on a date?” Cara sighed. In the past six weeks, she hadn’t had time to do anything but eat, sleep, work, and visit her mother and brother. Dating hadn’t even been a thought on the horizon. Heck, Iris already knew that, because they’d barely seen each other, but thankfully, the huge project Cara had been working on was over and she could now get back to a standard seventy-five-hour work week instead of what had been closer to a hundred. “It’s been a while,” Cara admitted. “But I knew when I started the four-year analyst program at Dubois & Mellan, that’s what I was signing up for. That’s why they pay me the big bucks,” she added dryly. Earning a six-figure salary three years after graduating college wasn’t anything to scoff at, but the reality was that the money didn’t go very far, either. Not for a single woman living in Manhattan with the kind of bills Cara had to pay, anyway. “By this time next year, that’ll all change. You’ll get your bonus for completing the program, dole it out to your family, and finally listen to me when I say you need to seriously rethink your chosen profession and do something you love,” Iris said, confidence in her tone. “I love analyzing numbers,” Cara pointed out. It was mostly a true statement, but there were other things she loved more. Things she might have tried out as a career if her life had turned out different. Years ago, when her family had to move out of their little Long Island house to Brooklyn, she’d told no one except her new friend Iris about the financial sc
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I never thought I’d be pregnant while still in college. Let alone acting as a surrogate for a billionaire. But this little one inside me has changed everything. I’m Emily Valdez. College student. Aspiring nurse. And hired surrogate to Colton Collins—the enigmatic, often infuriating, billionaire bachelor of the famous Collins family. This wasn’t exactly the life I’d planned for myself. I’d never thought I’d be a mother this young. But as I place my hand on my swollen belly and feel my baby kick, I know that I’ve made the right choice—no matter what the consequences. *** I’m Emily Valdez. 24-year-old innocent young woman. College student. And hired surrogate to Colton Collins—the enigmatic bachelor of the famous Collins family. I’m not the type of girl who treasures her v-card, but losing it to Colton is the best way to get pregnant with his child. He says he didn’t pay me to take that from me. I said I could handle it. I had no idea what I was getting into. *** Congratulations! I usually like letters that begin this way; it was on my acceptance letter to NYU, on my scholarship award letter. Letters that begin with Congratulations! are a good thing. “This is a good thing.” I nod slowly as I stare at the letter in front of me. I tremble, making the letter shake, so I set it on the counter and pace around the kitchen. This letter isn’t the kind of good you know you have to do, but don’t want to. Like when you know you have to clean your bedroom, but you’d rather lay in bed and watch TV. Or when you know you have to do your homework, but you want to go watch a new movie at the theater. That kind of good—the kind that has a worthwhile result but involves a sacrifice. In this case, a huge sacrifice. “Emily?” I look up and realize that Peter, my roommate, is looking at me. “Yeah?” I say, reaching for the letter quickly. “Are you alright?” he asks. “Yeah, just tired. I’m going to take a nap,” I announce, making my way to my room. I met Peter almost two years ago
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Chapter 1 “You don’t know how difficult it’s been to stay away from you.” I smiled as he stepped closer. He pulled me in. “You’re my girl.” I nodded. Yes, please. Then he closed the distance between us. Shivers danced down me as he continued to bring me even closer. I steadied myself with his help, overcome by my emotions. A delicious jolt washed through me and I pushed through his soft dark locks. He continued to worship me, leaving sparks of electricity dancing on me. “Our connection is amazing,” he said, as he moved us toward the furniture. He took a step back and I couldn’t help myself, whimpering at the lost contact. A dark chuckle rumbled from deep within him, “Don’t you think so?” I needed to be less warm. The laundry pile formed on the floor. I looked at him directly. “Oops.” His laugh was low. “I can’t believe this.” This certified good-time god knew exactly how to make me melt. And he was my boyfriend. Yum. My wonderful boyfriend...um… Wait, oh no! How did I forget my boyfriend’s name? “There’s something I want to try with you,” he breathed out. “What’s that?” I asked, burning under his look. “This.” I blinked rapidly, not sure I was seeing things correctly. My incredible boyfriend who was definitely going to do it with me had an elephant standing behind him. “Uh, what’s going on?” “Did you see this elephant tea cup set on Etsy? They’re so cute, right?” “Huh?” The elephant behind him had vanished. I was definitely getting a little too clouded. As I refocused, I noticed he was holding a blindfold. “Do you know what happens next?” I shrugged. “No?” He smirked. “Well get ready to…WAKE UP YOU LAZY B!” I awoke to see not a hot guy but my best friend Lola, who was unpleasantly shaking me awake. “NO!” I shouted. “Did you have to do that RIGHT NOW?!” “Did you seriously fall asleep? Have I been talking to myself this whole time?” I forced myself to get up off my bed. “I was having the most amazing dream.” And would have preferred not to have
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I never thought I’d be pregnant while still in college. Let alone acting as a surrogate for a billionaire. But this little one inside me has changed everything. I’m Emily Valdez. College student. Aspiring nurse. And hired surrogate to Colton Collins—the enigmatic, often infuriating, billionaire bachelor of the famous Collins family. This wasn’t exactly the life I’d planned for myself. I’d never thought I’d be a mother this young. But as I place my hand on my swollen belly and feel my baby kick, I know that I’ve made the right choice—no matter what the consequences. *** I’m Emily Valdez. 24-year-old innocent young woman. College student. And hired surrogate to Colton Collins—the enigmatic bachelor of the famous Collins family. I’m not the type of girl who treasures her v-card, but losing it to Colton is the best way to get pregnant with his child. He says he didn’t pay me to take that from me. I said I could handle it. I had no idea what I was getting into. *** Congratulations! I usually like letters that begin this way; it was on my acceptance letter to NYU, on my scholarship award letter. Letters that begin with Congratulations! are a good thing. “This is a good thing.” I nod slowly as I stare at the letter in front of me. I tremble, making the letter shake, so I set it on the counter and pace around the kitchen. This letter isn’t the kind of good you know you have to do, but don’t want to. Like when you know you have to clean your bedroom, but you’d rather lay in bed and watch TV. Or when you know you have to do your homework, but you want to go watch a new movie at the theater. That kind of good—the kind that has a worthwhile result but involves a sacrifice. In this case, a huge sacrifice. “Emily?” I look up and realize that Peter, my roommate, is looking at me. “Yeah?” I say, reaching for the letter quickly. “Are you alright?” he asks. “Yeah, just tired. I’m going to take a nap,” I announce, making my way to my room. I met Peter almost two years ago
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I never thought I’d be pregnant while still in college. Let alone acting as a surrogate for a billionaire. But this little one inside me has changed everything. I’m Emily Valdez. College student. Aspiring nurse. And hired surrogate to Colton Collins—the enigmatic, often infuriating, billionaire bachelor of the famous Collins family. This wasn’t exactly the life I’d planned for myself. I’d never thought I’d be a mother this young. But as I place my hand on my swollen belly and feel my baby kick, I know that I’ve made the right choice—no matter what the consequences. *** I’m Emily Valdez. 24-year-old innocent young woman. College student. And hired surrogate to Colton Collins—the enigmatic bachelor of the famous Collins family. I’m not the type of girl who treasures her v-card, but losing it to Colton is the best way to get pregnant with his child. He says he didn’t pay me to take that from me. I said I could handle it. I had no idea what I was getting into. *** Congratulations! I usually like letters that begin this way; it was on my acceptance letter to NYU, on my scholarship award letter. Letters that begin with Congratulations! are a good thing. “This is a good thing.” I nod slowly as I stare at the letter in front of me. I tremble, making the letter shake, so I set it on the counter and pace around the kitchen. This letter isn’t the kind of good you know you have to do, but don’t want to. Like when you know you have to clean your bedroom, but you’d rather lay in bed and watch TV. Or when you know you have to do your homework, but you want to go watch a new movie at the theater. That kind of good—the kind that has a worthwhile result but involves a sacrifice. In this case, a huge sacrifice. “Emily?” I look up and realize that Peter, my roommate, is looking at me. “Yeah?” I say, reaching for the letter quickly. “Are you alright?” he asks. “Yeah, just tired. I’m going to take a nap,” I announce, making my way to my room. I met Peter almost two years ago
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I’m Emily Valdez. 24-year-old innocent young woman. College student. And hired surrogate to Colton Collins—the enigmatic bachelor of the famous Collins family. I’m not the type of girl who treasures her v-card, but losing it to Colton is the best way to get pregnant with his child. He says he didn’t pay me to take that from me. I said I could handle it. I had no idea what I was getting into. *** Congratulations! I usually like letters that begin this way; it was on my acceptance letter to NYU, on my scholarship award letter. Letters that begin with Congratulations! are a good thing. “This is a good thing.” I nod slowly as I stare at the letter in front of me. I tremble, making the letter shake, so I set it on the counter and pace around the kitchen. This letter isn’t the kind of good you know you have to do, but don’t want to. Like when you know you have to clean your bedroom, but you’d rather lay in bed and watch TV. Or when you know you have to do your homework, but you want to go watch a new movie at the theater. That kind of good—the kind that has a worthwhile result but involves a sacrifice. In this case, a huge sacrifice. “Emily?” I look up and realize that Peter, my roommate, is looking at me. “Yeah?” I say, reaching for the letter quickly. “Are you alright?” he asks. “Yeah, just tired. I’m going to take a nap,” I announce, making my way to my room. I met Peter almost two years ago at the beginning of my junior year in New York University. We decided to move in to a two-bedroom apartment together after becoming good friends. I go to my room, lay on my bed, and stare at the ceiling. I have three exams this week and a ton of homework to do, but I can’t bring myself to start studying. A few months ago, I received the worst news I could possibly receive: my dad had a heart attack. My mom didn’t tell me until he was out of danger, but that didn’t make me feel any better; my family lives in Arizona, where I was born, but since I’m at NYU on scholarship, I couldn’t even see him. Ever since, my
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EPISODE 1 Kaitlyn “Miss, you need to turn off all of your electronic devices.” The flight attendant smiled while she shoved a tightly packed bag into the compartment over my head. I nodded. “All right.” The bin snapped shut as she walked past and on to the next row. I powered down my phone, and tucked it in the pocket of my bag before pushing it under the seat with my feet. The man next to me edged me with his elbow. His knees had already staked more than enough territory in front of me. I hated manspreading. I sighed, realizing the three-hour flight to Houston from Raleigh was going to suck. This was not how I pictured the start of my vacation. I blamed Branch. I felt my ponytail. It was shorter now. Shorter than I had worn it the entire time I was in university. I felt unrecognizable. Free and a little wild. Ok, I admit it was a little rash to chop my strands into a shaggy shoulder-length style. Maybe I didn’t think through my options as carefully as I should have, but I knew Branch loved my long tendrils. He would ask me to pull it down every time I twisted it in a ponytail. I lashed out at him with something I knew he would notice. Something that would make a statement. I wasn’t going to cry over him. Or beg. I tugged on the ends now, forcing myself not to regret it. It would grow. The flight attendants wrapped up the safety warnings and buckled in as we taxied to the end of the runway for takeoff. The plane lifted off and I thought about the break up. I didn’t want to replay it, but it wasn’t as if I could stop myself. The image was as clear in my mind as if it were happening on the plane. My suitcase had been on the ground. I needed to pull some things together for our trip. I hadn’t packed a single thing, and we were supposed to leave in three days. Between finals, the goodbye parties, and figuring out what to do for the summer, packing had fallen way down on my list of things to do. “I think we’ve grown apart. We’re not the same people we were when we first started
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I’m Emily Valdez. 24-year-old innocent young woman. College student. And hired surrogate to Colton Collins—the enigmatic bachelor of the famous Collins family. I’m not the type of girl who treasures her v-card, but losing it to Colton is the best way to get pregnant with his child. He says he didn’t pay me to take that from me. I said I could handle it. I had no idea what I was getting into. *** Congratulations! I usually like letters that begin this way; it was on my acceptance letter to NYU, on my scholarship award letter. Letters that begin with Congratulations! are a good thing. “This is a good thing.” I nod slowly as I stare at the letter in front of me. I tremble, making the letter shake, so I set it on the counter and pace around the kitchen. This letter isn’t the kind of good you know you have to do, but don’t want to. Like when you know you have to clean your bedroom, but you’d rather lay in bed and watch TV. Or when you know you have to do your homework, but you want to go watch a new movie at the theater. That kind of good—the kind that has a worthwhile result but involves a sacrifice. In this case, a huge sacrifice. “Emily?” I look up and realize that Peter, my roommate, is looking at me. “Yeah?” I say, reaching for the letter quickly. “Are you alright?” he asks. “Yeah, just tired. I’m going to take a nap,” I announce, making my way to my room. I met Peter almost two years ago at the beginning of my junior year in New York University. We decided to move in to a two-bedroom apartment together after becoming good friends. I go to my room, lay on my bed, and stare at the ceiling. I have three exams this week and a ton of homework to do, but I can’t bring myself to start studying. A few months ago, I received the worst news I could possibly receive: my dad had a heart attack. My mom didn’t tell me until he was out of danger, but that didn’t make me feel any better; my family lives in Arizona, where I was born, but since I’m at NYU on scholarship, I couldn’t even see him. Ever since, my
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I’m Emily Valdez. 24-year-old innocent young woman. College student. And hired surrogate to Colton Collins—the enigmatic bachelor of the famous Collins family. I’m not the type of girl who treasures her v-card, but losing it to Colton is the best way to get pregnant with his child. He says he didn’t pay me to take that from me. I said I could handle it. I had no idea what I was getting into. *** Congratulations! I usually like letters that begin this way; it was on my acceptance letter to NYU, on my scholarship award letter. Letters that begin with Congratulations! are a good thing. “This is a good thing.” I nod slowly as I stare at the letter in front of me. I tremble, making the letter shake, so I set it on the counter and pace around the kitchen. This letter isn’t the kind of good you know you have to do, but don’t want to. Like when you know you have to clean your bedroom, but you’d rather lay in bed and watch TV. Or when you know you have to do your homework, but you want to go watch a new movie at the theater. That kind of good—the kind that has a worthwhile result but involves a sacrifice. In this case, a huge sacrifice. “Emily?” I look up and realize that Peter, my roommate, is looking at me. “Yeah?” I say, reaching for the letter quickly. “Are you alright?” he asks. “Yeah, just tired. I’m going to take a nap,” I announce, making my way to my room. I met Peter almost two years ago at the beginning of my junior year in New York University. We decided to move in to a two-bedroom apartment together after becoming good friends. I go to my room, lay on my bed, and stare at the ceiling. I have three exams this week and a ton of homework to do, but I can’t bring myself to start studying. A few months ago, I received the worst news I could possibly receive: my dad had a heart attack. My mom didn’t tell me until he was out of danger, but that didn’t make me feel any better; my family lives in Arizona, where I was born, but since I’m at NYU on scholarship, I couldn’t even see him. Ever since, my
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I’m Emily Valdez. 24-year-old innocent young woman. College student. And hired surrogate to Colton Collins—the enigmatic bachelor of the famous Collins family. I’m not the type of girl who treasures her v-card, but losing it to Colton is the best way to get pregnant with his child. He says he didn’t pay me to take that from me. I said I could handle it. I had no idea what I was getting into. *** Congratulations! I usually like letters that begin this way; it was on my acceptance letter to NYU, on my scholarship award letter. Letters that begin with Congratulations! are a good thing. “This is a good thing.” I nod slowly as I stare at the letter in front of me. I tremble, making the letter shake, so I set it on the counter and pace around the kitchen. This letter isn’t the kind of good you know you have to do, but don’t want to. Like when you know you have to clean your bedroom, but you’d rather lay in bed and watch TV. Or when you know you have to do your homework, but you want to go watch a new movie at the theater. That kind of good—the kind that has a worthwhile result but involves a sacrifice. In this case, a huge sacrifice. “Emily?” I look up and realize that Peter, my roommate, is looking at me. “Yeah?” I say, reaching for the letter quickly. “Are you alright?” he asks. “Yeah, just tired. I’m going to take a nap,” I announce, making my way to my room. I met Peter almost two years ago at the beginning of my junior year in New York University. We decided to move in to a two-bedroom apartment together after becoming good friends. I go to my room, lay on my bed, and stare at the ceiling. I have three exams this week and a ton of homework to do, but I can’t bring myself to start studying. A few months ago, I received the worst news I could possibly receive: my dad had a heart attack. My mom didn’t tell me until he was out of danger, but that didn’t make me feel any better; my family lives in Arizona, where I was born, but since I’m at NYU on scholarship, I couldn’t even see him. Ever since, my
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The Billionaire’s Surrogate CHAPTER ONE I’m Emily Valdez. 24-year-old innocent young woman. College student. And hired surrogate to Colton Collins—the enigmatic bachelor of the famous Collins family. I’m not the type of girl who treasures her v-card, but losing it to Colton is the best way to get pregnant with his child. He says he didn’t pay me to take that from me. I said I could handle it. I had no idea what I was getting into. *** Congratulations! I usually like letters that begin this way; it was on my acceptance letter to NYU, on my scholarship award letter. Letters that begin with Congratulations! are a good thing. “This is a good thing.” I nod slowly as I stare at the letter in front of me. I tremble, making the letter shake, so I set it on the counter and pace around the kitchen. This letter isn’t the kind of good you know you have to do, but don’t want to. Like when you know you have to clean your bedroom, but you’d rather lay in bed and watch TV. Or when you know you have to do your homework, but you want to go watch a new movie at the theater. That kind of good—the kind that has a worthwhile result but involves a sacrifice. In this case, a huge sacrifice. “Emily?” I look up and realize that Peter, my roommate, is looking at me. “Yeah?” I say, reaching for the letter quickly. “Are you alright?” he asks. “Yeah, just tired. I’m going to take a nap,” I announce, making my way to my room. I met Peter almost two years ago at the beginning of my junior year in New York University. We decided to move in to a two-bedroom apartment together after becoming good friends. I go to my room, lay on my bed, and stare at the ceiling. I have three exams this week and a ton of homework to do, but I can’t bring myself to start studying. A few months ago, I received the worst news I could possibly receive: my dad had a heart attack. My mom didn’t tell me until he was out of danger, but that didn’t make me feel any better; my family lives in Arizona, where I was born, but since I’m at NYU o
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Filthy Rich Alpha CHAPTER ONE “Go. Just go. At a party like this, you could meet the love of your life.” Cara Michal didn’t bother rolling her eyes, mostly because her friend Iris was giving her advice over the phone and couldn’t see her do it. “I work on Wall Street, Iris. This is a company party, filled with guys I work with. None of them are interested in love. Even if they were, I’m not.” “Well, apparently you’re not interested in fun, either. Jeez, Cara, just how long has it been since you’ve been on a date?” Cara sighed. In the past six weeks, she hadn’t had time to do anything but eat, sleep, work, and visit her mother and brother. Dating hadn’t even been a thought on the horizon. Heck, Iris already knew that, because they’d barely seen each other, but thankfully, the huge project Cara had been working on was over and she could now get back to a standard seventy-five-hour work week instead of what had been closer to a hundred. “It’s been a while,” Cara admitted. “But I knew when I started the four-year analyst program at Dubois & Mellan, that’s what I was signing up for. That’s why they pay me the big bucks,” she added dryly. Earning a six-figure salary three years after graduating college wasn’t anything to scoff at, but the reality was that the money didn’t go very far, either. Not for a single woman living in Manhattan with the kind of bills Cara had to pay, anyway. “By this time next year, that’ll all change. You’ll get your bonus for completing the program, dole it out to your family, and finally listen to me when I say you need to seriously rethink your chosen profession and do something you love,” Iris said, confidence in her tone. “I love analyzing numbers,” Cara pointed out. It was mostly a true statement, but there were other things she loved more. Things she might have tried out as a career if her life had turned out different. Years ago, when her family had to move out of their little Long Island house to Brooklyn, she’d told no one except her new friend Iris about the financial sc