Hating the Rich Bastard by B.B. Hamel

He thinks he can spank me and still get what he wants.
I think he might be right.
I hate that rich bastard. He’s handsome, cocky, charming, and acts like he owns any room he walks into.
I stay far away from Ben Taylor. I don’t care how stupidly hot he looks in his perfect clothes. I tune his piano and mind my own business.
Until one night, all alone in the studio, I make the best mistake of my life.
Ben’s full lips on my neck, his hands on my hips. I can’t say no, and I don’t want to.
Now I’m pregnant and that night still haunts me. His body pressed against mine, the heat between our skin so intense I could barely keep my clothes on.
It was the best night of my life
But I don’t want anything to do with that bastard. I’ll raise the baby all on my own, without his help.
At least until he makes me an insane offer.
He’ll pay me thousands of dollars to help him record an album, no strings attached.
I need the money. I have a sick grandmother to take care of and no other family to help.
We’ll be up late every night, he says. He’ll wring every ounce of sweat from my body, working me hard.
I’ll let the rich bastard buy me, but he won’t own me.