Just moved in next door to a billionaire single dad. Now, I'm carrying our baby in my belly.
I’m a professional matchmaker looking to find the dream girl for my next door neighbor. And he doesn’t know it.
Anytime I see him, I just advise him about dating dos and don’ts or play with his
daughter. It shouldn’t matter if he was my one-night-stand seven years ago. I’m not getting my feelings involved.
But his hazel eyes, panty-melting smirk, and deep kisses have me melting on the floor. The more I try to match him with someone else, The more I want to be his.
A few mind-blowing nights later, we crossed a line of no return. It was a mistake wrapped in wet tangled sheets.
Caught between desire and duty, my heart wars against my feelings for him. I have a mission to complete and a heart to protect. Until two pink lines are staring me in the face.