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  Accidental Dad

  The Irresistible Daddies Book One

  Katy Kaylee

  Contents

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  Prologue: Veronica

  1. Ted

  2. Veronica

  3. Ted

  4. Veronica

  5. Ted

  6. Veronica

  7. Ted

  8. Veronica

  9. Ted

  10. Veronica

  11. Ted

  12. Veronica

  13. Ted

  14. Veronica

  15. Ted

  16. Veronica

  17. Ted

  18. Veronica

  19. Ted

  20. Veronica

  21. Ted

  22. Veronica

  23. Ted

  24. Veronica

  25. Ted

  26. Veronica

  27. Ted

  28. Veronica

  29. Ted

  30. Veronica

  31. Ted

  32. Veronica

  33. Ted

  Epilogue: Veronica

  Excerpt (Best Friend’s Li’l Sis)

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  Judge me all you want,

  Call me the queen of scandals, if you will!

  I… I want a baby,

  No, no… I don’t want IVF,

  I want it the ‘old fashioned way’.

  I want it …. with you, doctor.

  When Doctor Ted Winters takes me to a sperm bank,

  I am supposed to be evaluating the qualities I want in a donor.

  But, all I am thinking about is,

  How about Doctor Winters as the… omg…

  We all deserve a second chance in life, right?

  Well, I know it’s not going to happen,

  I know what I did back then was unpardonable,

  And yet, I am dreaming about our future.

  Dreaming about him rubbing my swollen pregnancy feet,

  Dreaming about him running out at midnight to satisfy my weird food cravings,

  Dreaming about him feeling my belly when the baby kicks.

  A high-school sweetheart, now my fertility doctor, and in the future…

  Well, who knows…

  Doctor Winters… would you like to be a daddy… my baby daddy?

  It would just take one little accident, right?

  Prologue: Veronica

  I shifted nervously as I sat in the waiting room, trying not to look like a guilty person in a police lineup - even if that was how I felt.

  I was about to cross a major line - one that I couldn’t go back from once I did it. I was crossing the Rubicon. I had hope that things would go the way that I wanted them to but there was just as big of a chance that it all blew up in my face.

  After all, it was bad enough to have the hots for your doctor, but even worse when that doctor was also your ex-boyfriend.

  Ted and I had dated in high school. He had been a little punk, literally. He’d really been struggling at the time, and now that I was older and had the benefit of hindsight I could really see that. He had been into raves, all that dark clothing, the crazy hair styles, the whole deal, and it wasn’t that I’d ever thought there was anything wrong with that. As a teenager I’d thought it was hot.

  But now I could look back and see that there’d been a deeper reason behind it other than the one my parents had decided, which was namely that he wasn’t going anywhere and that he just wanted to rebel for the sake of it and thought it all made him look different, cool, unique.

  I was thirty now, though, and I’d been seventeen at the time. So there was a real jump in maturity in the meantime.

  Anyhow we had dated and I had been desperately in love with him in that all-consuming high school kind of way. I had planned to go to college nearby so that we could still date, since Ted hadn’t known what he wanted to do with his life and I hadn’t minded staying in Charleston, near my family.

  But then I’d been encouraged, shall we say, to break up with him.

  On prom night.

  The words I’d said still echoed in my ears to this day, a constant reminder of my cowardice. I’m sorry, Ted, but I need someone who will take things seriously. This has been fun, but I want to be with someone who is going to make something of himself. Not someone who’s as good as dropped out. I deserve better.

  Talk about a slap in the face.

  And talk about my words coming back to bite me in the ass. Ted had definitely made something of himself. I was currently sitting in the waiting room of the Winters’ Fertility Clinic, run by Dr. Ted Winters himself, and rated the best in the state. Clients were on his list for months before they could get in to see him. So yeah, that didn’t exactly go how I’d thought in high school.

  My own life hadn’t gone how I’d thought in high school, either. I had married right out of college, married someone who was going to ‘make something of himself’, and look at how that had turned out.

  Years of a miserable marriage, years of being abused and manipulated, and now a divorce with no idea what to do with my life, having to start all over.

  I should’ve gotten that damn divorce years ago. But oh no, everyone always said it’s not like he hits you. As if physical abuse was the only way that someone could be abusive. As if he hadn’t spent years making me think I was crazy, or belittling me, yelling at me for the slightest mistakes, insulting me, ogling other women and telling me how easily he could find a replacement for me. As if I hadn’t spent years losing my self-esteem, my self-respect, feeling isolated and alone.

  At least I’d finally gotten the good sense to divorce him and could stand on my own two feet. And now I was ready to get my life back on track and go after something I had always wanted, something Chad - that was my ex-husband - had always kept from me:

  A baby.

  Nobody thought it was a good idea for the recently divorced wife of the governor’s son to have a baby on her own. But I honestly didn’t give a rat’s ass what other people thought, not anymore.

  I had spent my whole life being told what to do by my parents, and by society, and by my husband. How to act, how to talk, how to dress, all of it. Was it any wonder I had fallen into an abusive relationship for so long, when my family and society had already prepared me to not know who I was, to rely upon others to tell me my personality?

  I was going after the life I truly deserved. And I had always wanted to be a mother.

  I knew it was a bit old fashioned, to tell people I just wanted to be a mom. But it was true. Of course I had other passions. I didn’t want my life to be only about being a parent. But I wanted to refocus my life and I didn’t want to wait any longer for this dream. I’d hoped to be a mother before now, but here I was, thirty years old, and time was running out.

  So I’d figured, I would have a baby, and let that child be my strength and my inspiration. My reason for getting up and figuring out the rest of my life. And I couldn’t wait to love that child with everything in me. I couldn’t wait to hold them in my arms, and give them all that I had deserved to be given by my parents: a sense of self-worth and independence.

  I wanted my child to know that they would be loved by me no matter what they chose in life or who they were.

  Unlike how my parents had been for me.

  The door opened and the nurse smiled at me. She was Ted’s usual nurse, an older, matronly woman with round apple cheeks and a pleasant smile. “Ms. DeMarcus?”

  I had reverted to my maiden name the moment I’d gotten the divorce finalized. “Yes, that’s me.”

 
; “Right this way please.”

  The nurse led me into the patient consulting room. Not the examination room but the one with the desk, which made sense given when I’d made the appointment I’d made it clear that nothing was wrong with how I was feeling physically.

  “Dr. Winters will be right in with you,” the nurse promised me. I thanked her, and then tried to settle my nerves as I was left alone.

  I had sworn after the divorce that I was done with relationships. I wanted to focus on my career and on my baby. Romance clearly hadn’t worked out for me and if the universe was so damn determined for me to have another relationship then the universe could just plop that person right in front of me like a bolt of lightning, but until that happened - I had other priorities to sort out. Priorities that I had too long neglected in favor of trying to be the perfect wife to my husband.

  Then…then entered Ted.

  Ted had been cute in high school, but he had grown into a drop-dead gorgeous man, which nobody (including myself) had expected. He was tall and broad-shouldered with dark blond hair and a bright, wide smile. Only the eyes had stayed the same - he’d always had the brightest blue eyes I’d ever seen, eyes that sucked you right in and mesmerized you.

  When I’d first seen him I’d felt such a rush of arousal that I’d had trouble breathing.

  I wanted him so badly I didn’t even know what to do with myself. And while I’d told myself time and again that I didn’t care what anyone else thought of me, not anymore… Ted was the exception to that.

  The door opened and Ted entered, closing the door behind him and giving me a friendly smile. “Hey.”

  “Hey.” I hoped my smile in return wasn’t too nervous. I wanted to be confident. Sexy. Seductive.

  Ted held up my chart, a small furrow appearing in his brow. “Why did you need to see me so urgently?” he asked, walking over to his desk and setting the chart down. “We haven’t even started the serious phase of the fertilization process.”

  “I know.” I got up and walked around his desk, summoning all of my courage. “I’m not here about fertility.”

  I leaned back against his desk, running my finger slowly down his tie. I could see Ted’s eyes widening and I smiled in triumph.

  “What - Roni what are you doing?” he whispered, his voice hoarse.

  I tugged a little on his tie and then sat properly on his desk. “You still want me,” I said, sounding bolder than I felt. “I can tell.”

  “I’m…I’m your doctor, it would be unethical.”

  “That’s not a denial that you want me.” I slid my hands up my thighs, pushing my skirt up to expose my legs, and the red lace panties I had put on just for this.

  Ted’s eyes were glued to the sight, and I couldn’t keep my grin off my face. I was right. He did want me, just as much as I wanted him.

  I trailed my fingers up and down my legs. “I touch myself thinking about you,” I whispered. “Every night.” I rubbed my fingers between my legs, against my clit through the fabric, the lace creating a delicious, slightly-rough sensation.

  Ted was breathing harshly, but not moving away.

  I took a chance, grabbing his tie and yanking him in so that he was standing right between my legs. I wrapped my arms around his neck and nosed at his jaw, almost but not quite kissing him. “I’m so wet for you,” I admitted. “All the time.”

  Ted groaned, his hands dropping down to my waist. “We…this isn’t a good idea...we shouldn’t…”

  I cut him off with a proper kiss.

  Ted tightened his grip on my waist, pulling me in so that I was pressed up against him. I shivered. I could feel how hard he was for me, how thick he was, and I wanted him inside of me so badly, wanted every inch of that thick, throbbing cock stretching me and filling me up until I was shaking with it.

  I kissed him with everything in me, ferocious, holding nothing back, and Ted gave just as good as he got. We’d learned how to kiss from each other in high school, figuring out what felt good, what didn’t, gently criticizing each other’s technique and getting better - until it was so good I melted.

  All these years later, and he still kissed the same way. All consuming, using his whole body, taking no prisoners.

  Ted groaned and I could feel the last of his restraint breaking as we kissed, as he felt my body pressed against his, my arms entwined around him. Without warning he pushed me back, breaking the kiss, and put his hand on my stomach, keeping me pinned down against the desk.

  I gasped as he shoved my thighs open, yanking my panties down and tossing them to the side, right before he buried his face between my thighs and began to lick into me.

  I gasped in pleasure and spread my legs wider as he swirled his tongue around my clit, letting the whirlwind of pleasure consume me.

  1

  Ted

  Two months before I finally gave into my desire for Veronica, I was behind in my appointments.

  That happened occasionally. I had a long waiting list of people wanting my services and so I tried to get through as many patients as I reasonably could every day. I didn’t want people to have to wait any longer than they had to if they wanted to be parents.

  But that also meant that sometimes… I overbooked myself. Patients took longer, wanted to talk more, than I had planned, and so I then had to be careful not to speed through my other appointments as a result. I wanted to make sure that all of my patients got the time and attention that they deserved from me. I hadn’t become the best damn fertility doctor in the state by lacking consideration for my patients.

  I hurried out of my last appointment and just followed where Bridget, my head nurse, pointed for my next patient. I didn’t even have time to look at the roster beforehand and get an idea of what this person needed and why they had come to me for help.

  “Thanks,” I told Bridget, who just rolled her eyes at me fondly. She was in some ways like the mother I’d never had - although I tried not to think of her too much like that. Professionalism and all. But it was hard when I’d never had a mother and Bridget kept looking after me. She even made lunch for me a few times because I’d been, quote, ‘working myself to death’.

  Bridget handed me the patient’s chart. “Just go be your charming self,” she told me.

  I ignored that little tease and went down the hall. I was a good looking guy, if I could toot my own horn for a second, and apparently that was something my patients liked, even the ones who were happily married. I guess it just gave them something to look forward to while they were busy getting their bodies messed with. Going through the fertility process could be nerve wracking, and so I think the fun of having a cute doctor, helped patients to distract themselves from any fears or doubts they might have.

  I walked into the room, already speaking my usual spiel. “Good afternoon, ma’am, I…”

  The patient looked up at me from contemplating some of the pictures on the wall, and I froze.

  Veronica DeMarcus.

  Holy shit.

  I hadn’t seen Veronica since high school, when she’d dumped me the night of the prom over a phone call. It had been so thoughtless, so callous, so out of character for her that at first I hadn’t been able to believe it. But then she’d ignored all my calls, all attempts to speak with her. She’d treated me like I wasn’t even there.

  And I’d had to come to terms with the fact that the woman I’d been in love with had just decided to drop me like I was nothing. Like all our afternoons helping each other with our homework, trading secrets, going on long walks, daydreaming about a better future for ourselves… had all meant nothing.

  Veronica stared at me, horror and shame in her eyes, and I realized that she had no idea that I was supposed to be her doctor, just as I had - until this moment - had no idea she was my patient.

  Then I realized I was still staring at her like an idiot.

  I stepped further into the client room, closing the door behind me. “Ro…Veronica.”

  She’d always hated when I called her
Roni in front of others. Oh, sure, that nickname was fine when we were alone, but in front of anyone else she had to be Miss Veronica. Debutante, from blue blood old money, always put together, not a hair out of place.

  Of course I’d loved getting her all riled up, getting her hair messy when I’d had her spread out beneath me, moaning my name, her sweet pussy dripping wet for me. We’d been each other’s first, exploring each other’s bodies together and figuring out what we liked and what we didn’t. Just two teenagers stupidly in love and learning how it all worked.

  Or at least, I’d been in love.

  I’d enjoyed getting her to scrunch up her nose at me in annoyance right before she blushed, which she’d done every time I would poke at that perfect princess façade she had going on. My friends had all thought I was insane for dating her.

  She’s so stuck up, they would always say. She’s a snob. Just a rich bitch. And those were some of the tamer insults. I had never stopped defending her. Veronica had been kind and sweet to me, not like most of the other spoiled brats I’d had to deal with at my high school. I had insisted that she was different and had told the guys to lay off.

  By the end, though, I hadn’t known - still didn’t know - which Veronica was the real one.

  Was the girl who held my hand like she’d never let go the real Veronica? Or was the callous girl who’d broken up with me by phone on prom night the real Veronica?