The billionaire’s secret heir

The champagne was supposed to be for the client. I stared at the glass in my hand ,then at Damian cross across the room my boss the billionaire.The man who hadn’t smiled at me in the 8 months l’d been his PA “Drink”, my coworker nudged me “it’s the Christmas party.Even Mr.ice king is here”. One glass turned to three.And three turned to me stumbling into the wrong elevator . The wrong elevator with the right man . Damian Cross. Tie loosened jacket off .Eyes darker than I’d ever seen them . What are you doing in here,miss Thompson?” His voice was low and dangerous “I..l took the wrong floor ,sir.” “Call me Damian . Tonight My heart pounded.This wasn’t allowed.This wasn’t professional but the alcohol and his cologne made me forget every rule I’d ever had. “I shouldn’t “, I whispered.”But you will,” he said, and his hand brushed mine. One night. One mistake. I thought that was the end of it . I handed in my resignation the next week and run I was wrong. Because 9 months later,I was holding the proof in my arms. A baby with Damian Cross’s eyes and his stubborn chin.