The Trouble With Him: A Secret Pregnancy Romance (The Forbidden Love 3)

As I twist the napkin between my fingers, I glance at Will, wondering if he could read my thoughts? Imagine if he found out, it wouldn’t go down pleasantly. When it comes to Millie, Will is over-protective in an alpha male way. He prefers to think she has no past, and he’s been the only one.

I clear my throat, then continue, “We both needed comfort for different reasons and agreed it was a one-time thing.”

“What’s the problem then? It sounds to me like you have your sex life under control.”

“I do. I mean, there’s still the issue with Olivier.”

“Don’t waste your time, Ava. What are you looking for, anyway? You’re twenty-five, just have fun. It’s too young to settle.”

“Oh really?” I laugh, leaning back into my chair. “Too young? Did you not propose and marry my sister when she was of the same age?”

“That’s different.”

I cross my arms in amusement. “Please explain, Mr. Romano?”

“Well, for starters, no one else was going to touch her.”

“Keep going, Lex Junior.”

Will cringes, hating when I use that nickname on him. “Stop giving me that look. Amelia was always meant to be my wife, end of the story.”

“You know what? You are right. Maybe I need to stay single for a while, swear off men.”

As Will raises the glass to his lips, he chuckles behind it. “How long will that last?”

“What? You don’t think I can stay single?”

“Edwards girls are born to break hearts. Somewhere, out there, a man, or maybe several men, just felt the earth move at your admission. I give you one month.”

“One month? I’m going to prove you wrong, Romano.”

Will sits back in his chair with a cocky grin, then extends his hand. “Happy to shake on it, sister-in-law dearest.”

“You’re a billionaire,” I remind him with a satisfied smile. “You should be placing money where your mouth is.”

Extending my hand, I follow through with a handshake while I snort at his smug expression. Despite Will being irrecoverably in love with Millie, he was bred the same way as all men. Always thinking with their dick and assuming women are the same, that we all need a man.

Well, I’m not just any woman.

I’m Ava Edwards.

And I refuse to let any part of me break again all because of a man.

Five

Ava

They say bad luck comes in threes.

From the humiliating event in Miami to Olivier in bed with another man, then to add icing to a screwed-up cake, Olivier decided to run his mouth.

One, two, and fucking—three.

To deflect from his sexuality, Olivier chose to leak private information about me—who I previously dated to a list of men I had slept with before our relationship. Although most of it was a lie, the list was rather impressive if I was an outsider looking in. High-profile billionaires, A-list celebrities, and there was also a prince mentioned.

I should be so goddamn lucky.

But then Olivier took it to another level by leaking a topless photo of me taken on a secluded island during a getaway. Of course, it went viral.