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  My Boss’s Father

  A Forbidden Romance

  Cassandra Dee

  Copyright © 2020 by Cassandra Dee

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  To all the girls who’ve been with a much-older man.

  This one’s for you!

  Also By Cassandra Dee and Friends

  The Forbidden Fun Series

  My Sister’s Husband

  My Mom’s Husband

  My Best Friend’s Dad

  My Son’s Girlfriend

  My Mom’s Fiancé

  My Neighbor’s Husband

  My Best Friend’s Husband

  My Brother’s Teammates

  My Fiancé’s Twin Brothers

  The Neighbor Next Door

  My Dad’s College Friends

  My Bully’s Dad

  My Sister’s Boyfriend

  The Billionaire’s Pet

  The Soldier Next Door

  My Boss’s Father

  The Frat Boys Next Door

  The Falling Series

  Falling for My Dad’s Best Friend

  Falling for My Boyfriend’s Dad

  Falling for My Son’s Best Friend

  Falling for My Beautiful Ward

  Falling for My Enemy

  The Double Series

  Double Dare

  Double Exposure

  Double Love

  Double Desire

  Double Trouble

  Double Candy Canes

  The Dirty Series

  The Dirty Hotel King

  My Friend’s Dirty Uncle

  My Dirty Professor

  The Dirty Headmaster

  Sold to Him

  His Filthy Game

  The Dirty Set-Up

  The Billionaires Club

  Sold at the Auction

  Serving Him

  Buy Me

  Virgin for Sale

  Anonymous Encounters

  The #BABYCRAZY Series

  #BABYMACHINE

  #BABYMAKER

  #BABYFEVER

  #BABYCRAZY

  In Love with Menage

  All the Best Men

  Their Secret

  It’s a Deal

  Just One Night

  Just One Night, Vol 1

  Just One Night, Vol 2

  Just One Night, Vol 3

  Just One Night, Vol 4

  The Manning Brothers

  Just One More

  Just One Inch

  Just Two Much

  Just The Tip

  The Dial-A-Date Series

  The President My Lover

  Client No. 6

  Bad Cop

  Reverse Harem

  Seven Brothers of Sin

  Six Ways to Sin

  Three Rockstars of Sin

  Shared

  Shared, Vol. 1

  Shared, Vol. 2

  Shared, Vol. 3

  Shared, Vol. 4

  The Claiming Her Series

  Claiming Her In The Ring

  Claiming Her In The Pool

  Claiming Her At The Bar

  Claiming Her As A Daddy

  Claiming Her In the Forest

  The Boss Series

  My Boyfriend’s Boss

  Pregnant by My Boss

  Pregnant by the CEO

  The His Series

  His Captive

  His Woman

  His Love

  His Christmas Gift

  Daddy Academy

  Daddy Academy

  Standalones

  Don’t Fall For Me

  Tie Me Up Daddy

  Paying My Boyfriend’s Debt

  Beg Me

  Prison Fling

  Cocky AF

  Iron Soldier

  Buck Me Cowboy

  Small Town Secrets

  The President and the Starlet

  His Baby

  Buying a Bride

  The Billionaire’s Kitten

  Closer

  Loving the Babysitter

  Daddy’s Rich Enemy

  Daddy’s Pretty Baby

  Contents

  About This Book

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Epilogue

  Sneak Peek: The Soldier Next Door

  Sneak Peek: The Billionaire’s Pet

  About the Author

  About This Book

  I’ve dated both the son and the father. But which one is my babydaddy?

  * * *

  Megan has the most awful boss ever. Brian is handsome, yes, but he also has clammy hands and a whiny voice. To make things worse, he’s always asking her out on dates. In desperation, she agrees, just to get him to stop if nothing else.

  * * *

  John Miller’s run an empire for years. He can get any woman he wants, including models, socialites, and even princesses. But when he sees Megan with Brian, suddenly nothing matters anymore. The CEO decides to claim the curvy girl for himself because he wants a baby with Megan … even if she’s currently dating his son.

  * * *

  Hey Readers - This story is taboo to the hilt because our heroine gets pregnant, but who’s her babydaddy? Read and find out! You’ll love it because it’s forbidden in the naughtiest way. As always, no cheating, no cliffhangers, and always an HEA. Xoxo, Cassandra

  1

  Megan

  * * *

  The smell of coffee fills the elevator as I wait for it to reach my floor. The Cozy Café has the freshest coffee in the city and is also conveniently located in the lobby of the marketing firm I work at. Hitting the subway without getting my caffeine fix in first is rough, but Cozy’s coffee is well worth the wait. Every morning I stop for a large mocha latte and a fresh baked praline bun. It isn’t the healthiest breakfast in the world, but it is by far the most delicious.

  The elevator dings as it reaches the seventh floor. I head to the large glass doors with the red and black logo, marking them as the entrance to Metro Media. I greet our receptionist, Joanna.

  “Hey Joanna,” I smile. “How are you?”

  The older girl grins.

  “Meggy-poo, it’s going to be a good day today. I can feel it in my bones already!”

  I laugh merrily in agreement. Joanna is a heavier set woman about my age. She’s very un-corporate, which I like. She has a pink bob and often wears colorful, fun clothing. Today she sports a bright blue dress adorned with pink tie-dye inspired swirls. On most people, it would look ridiculous. But somehow, Joanna pulls it off and even manages to make the style look professional. Props to her.

  But even better, Joanna’s personality is just as bubbly as her outfit. She’s always bouncing about the room giggling and sharing her good energy. Frankly, every office could benefit from a Joanna in reception.

  She hits me with one of her famous ear-to-ear smiles.

  “Brian isn’t in yet, so I guess that makes it an extra-special morning,” she says with a wry sno
rt. It’s something we all joke about, but truthfully it’s no joke. Our boss is a total douche, and I wish I didn’t know him. I smile at her ruefully.

  “Thank god. I can enjoy my breakfast in peace.”

  Joanna winks.

  “You know it. Have a good day, girlfriend.”

  I smile back and wave before heading to my desk. Then, I begin unpacking my things for the day. Before I even get to my first sip of coffee, my friend and co-worker Mira is sitting on the corner of my desk venting about her weekend.

  Mira and I both started at Metro Media fresh out of college three years ago. We went through training together and really hit it off. We are both young, sassy, curvalicious girls who love to go out and have a good time. We frequent the nightlife here in NYC, going out for drinks and dancing until the early hours of the morning on weekends.

  Lucky for us, our cubicles were placed close enough that we can sneak over to each other to gossip on and off throughout the day. It’s great for us, although probably not the most productive in the eyes of Metro.

  In spite of the nasty hangover she claims she’s suffering from, Mira looks gorgeous today. She always does. She’s wearing a silky top, tight-fitting slacks that show off her curves, and shiny black heels. Her brown hair hangs pin straight and accentuates her dark chocolate eyes. Her soft olive skin looks flawless. It appalls me that someone as beautiful and outgoing as Mira could actually be having guy problems to complain about. What more could a man possibly ask for in a woman?

  “Everything was going really well,” she says in a down voice. “It was the third weekend in a row that we went out together. I know I always say I don’t want anything serious, but I was actually starting to develop feelings for Nick. He made it seem like it was more than just sex too. He would hold doors for me when we went out, put his hand on the small of my back when we walked, and call me cute nick names. He asked me about my opinion on marriage and kids for crying out loud!”

  I nod with an understanding expression.

  “I know, girlfriend. I love that you’ve put your ‘wild-woman card’ on hold for this guy, and everything I’ve heard about Nick so far sounds absolutely perfect for you. What could he have possibly done that was that wrong for you to call it quits? Are you sure you aren’t just being overly picky, Mira? You know you have really high standards.”

  My pretty friend shakes her head, and to my surprise, tears spring to her eyes.

  “No, it’s not that, Megan. You are not going to believe what he told me last night. We were out having drinks and he keeps looking at me in that way, or at least I thought so. But it turns out he was sizing me up for a different reason. He said that he’s also been seeing another woman, and since it’s going so great with both of us, he thinks it would be fun for the three of us to spend some time together as a group. I didn’t even bother finding out if he wants a threesome, or some weird polyamorous relationship. I do NOT share my men. What the hell?”

  I’m flabbergasted and my jaw drops open.

  “Wow! Holy shit. I did not see that coming.”

  Mira nods sorrowfully.

  “I’m telling you, guys in New York City are the worst.”

  “You’re right. They’re total scumbags. I’m thinking we’re going to have to move to suburbia if we want to find nice guys to settle down with.”

  Mira sniffles a bit, wiping at a tear.

  “Let’s go homesteading in Vermont together. Maybe we can even find some sexy brothers and split a plot of land together.”

  I giggle a bit.

  “And here I thought we were trying to get away from communal relationships,” I say. “Wouldn’t that be freaky?”

  Despite her sorrow, Mira bursts out into a fit of laughter that earns us a handful of dirty looks from some of our more serious co-workers. About 70% of the staff here is young and pleasant to be around. The other 30% seem to have their panties in a tight bunch on a daily basis.

  Don’t get me wrong, I love my job and I work really hard to produce quality material for Metro Media. I just believe that it’s okay to have fun and work hard at the same time. I suppose if my co-workers have to keep their nose to the computer screen eight hours a day to produce the same output, then to each their own. But I’m still going to make the best of my day if I can.

  “A group of us are going out for drinks after work today. You’re coming with us, right?” Mira asks with her hands clasped in front of her heart, pleading for me to come out with her. She already knows the answer.

  “No way! You remember what happened last time we went out with people from work.”

  Mira shoots me another pleading look.

  “Megan, it’s been two months! You have to get over it at some point, girl. Plus, everyone makes mistakes. Especially when they’re drunk off their asses, like everyone was that night. No one even remembers, trust me.”

  “Yes, they do,” I reply flatly.

  Mira giggles a bit.

  “Okay, so everyone remembers,” she acknowledges. “But no one cares! Come have fun with us. Besides, Brian won’t be there anyways. It’s not like you’ll have to see him.”

  I make a pained face. Last time we went out drinking, I made a humongous mistake: Brian. It keeps haunting me, and I wish I could do things over, but unfortunately, there’s no taking that night back.

  Brian Miller is the same age as us but has somehow climbed his way up the ladder to being middle manager, which means we report to him. It doesn’t bother me to report to someone the same age as me. It does, however, bother me to report to someone with an ego inflated to the size of the continent of Africa. In fact, it bothers me to even be around people like that.

  And despite despising him, what did I do? I got so drunk that I went home with my narcissistic boss. Nice one, Megan. I don’t know what I possibly saw in Brian that night. He is good looking, that’s for certain. He has a handsome face, jet black hair, perfect bone structure, and dazzling blue eyes. But he has acne on his chin and he’s way too thin, especially when it comes to a bigger girl like me. I’m surprised I didn’t break the poor bastard in half to be honest. Now that I think about it, I kind of wish I did.

  His looks aren’t the real issue here though. It’s his personality that’s the problem. My manager thinks he is hot shit. He’s cocky, self-absorbed, immensely immature, and not in the least bit sensitive at all to how uncomfortable he makes those around him.

  For instance, he uses his position at work as a means of superiority, meaning that he makes crude comments about my ‘overly abundant assets’ that he would like to get his hands on. And I’m sure I’m not the only girl in the office he harasses. He probably even harasses the older women, come to think of it. He’s that awful.

  The good part is that I don’t remember much of my night with him, which makes sense because the only way I would have wound up in his bed is if I was that drunk. I will never forget the feeling of waking up and realizing who was lying next to me. I was horrified.

  The nauseating sensation, the knot in the pit of my stomach, the gagging feeling in my throat, the room spinning around me: it all comes back to me whenever I think about it. And that wasn’t even the hangover. That was just the trauma of realizing that I accidentally banged Brian Miller. Even worse, he’s my manager, and I’ll have to see him five days a week for the rest of my career with Metro. The next morning, I seriously contemplated finding a new job.

  But I sucked it up, as adults often do, and put on a professional face. I returned to work and acted as if nothing happened, respecting Brian’s role as my boss. Unfortunately, he hasn’t granted me the same courtesy. He is constantly making grotesque comments about my body or about making love to me (barf!), and lately he’s been insanely pushy about taking me out on a date.

  It’s humiliating and seriously frustrating. I’m afraid to report him for sexual harassment though because I did hook up with him, and I’m pretty sure banging your boss is against Metro’s rules, or at the very least frowned upon.

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nbsp; “Alright Mira, I’ll go to drinks tonight. But I swear to you, if I catch one glimpse of Brian…”

  I’m cut off by a voice behind me.

  “Careful now ladies, if you say my name three times in a row you might be surprised by what appears,” Brian smirks as he approaches my desk, thrusting his junk forward as he does so.

  Unbelievable. He is so disgustingly relentless, but neither of us respond to his inappropriate gesture. The immature turd is looking for a reaction, and we know better than to give him any bait to work with. After a moment of awkward silence, he straightens out his over-priced suit and exerts his power as boss, clearly hurt by our unwillingness to participate in the inflation of his ego... among other body parts.

  “Alright ladies, boy-talk time is over. Mira, back to your desk. If you want to earn your keep, then you better get that tail wagging.”

  What the hell? What does that even mean? But we have to humor him. With as straight of a face as she can manage, Mira salutes him as if he is an army sergeant and then heads back to her assigned space. I try to quickly begin typing on my computer, hoping that Brian will leave me alone. But to my horror, but not my surprise, he takes Mira’s place on the corner of my desk, oozing oil and slime.

  What will it be this time, Brian?