Hating The Player

One night with an NBA player, and now I'm carrying his child.

We met at a bar, where his presence made the hairs on my neck stand on end. He was

stunning, with a physique that could make any woman melt. His intense, dreamy gaze left me

amazed that I didn't strip right there on the bar countertop. Our encounter began with a mix-up,

my lips finding his drink instead of mine. Before long, I was at his place. The passion in our

kisses sparked a fire that grew with every touch. His strong arms lifted and tossed me

effortlessly, sending my heart racing. His tall frame enveloping me completely fueled my endless

desire. After that night, we parted ways.

Two years later, James Baltimore is the NBA's breakout star, and I'm his assigned physical

therapist. Can I maintain my professionalism? Memories of that night flood my mind, tempting

me to give in. But now, it's time to reveal the secret I've been keeping. I have a child, and he's

the father.