Filled By The Bad Boy by Paula Cox

THE ONLY WAY I COULD ESCAPE WAS WITH HIS BABY IN MY WOMB.

I’ll do whatever it takes to get out of this life.
Leering men who think their measly tips give them a right to touch me?
Hell to the no.
I’m a waitress, not a stripper or worse.

I’m done with this world.
Sick of it.
And I’m taking the first thing smoking to literally anywhere else.

But when a sexy biker on a monster motorcycle pulls up to the cafe, I begin to question how bad I really want a ticket out.
He looks… dangerous. Scary.
It’s easy to tell that those hands of his have done some awful things to an awful lot of people.

And by the way he looks at me, I can tell: I’m next.

He says he’ll help me get what I want:
A fresh start.

But it’s gonna cost me something.

Because you see, the bad boy biker wants to carry on his name.
And to do that, he’ll have to put his baby in my belly.

As his enemies circle us and our child begins to grow, I keep wondering…
What have I done?
Was it worth it?
Should I have let myself get filled by the bad boy?