His Little Stowaway by Flora Ferrari

Brynn:
Things weren’t great between my mom and me. But they were okay.
Manageable.
We’ve run for as long as I can remember.
Then she started dating Mr. Wonderful, Steve.
Not a bad guy, initially. Just a little… overprotective of his own ego and my mom, which makes a change.
Not exactly something I’m used to either.
I never worried because mom seemed happy for once like we might all be able to get on with our lives after all once I finished high school.
Until she announces she and Steve are getting married.
That I’ll also have a new stepbrother. Brad Riggs.
Did she just say, Riggs? Brad Riggs?
Then it hits me.
Mom’s beau’s son. My soon-to-be stepbrother?
He’s the one guy who tormented me all the way through high school.
Long story short. I’m outta there quicker than a New York minute. After a huge fight and nothing but my coat on my back, I run.
I run until I ache all over.
Wet, cold, and shivering, I find a warm place to hide.
Someplace safe.
No place is safe forever though, and I’m found by an older man. A handsome man.
An impossible man.
Pearce Masters.
A big shot. A successful man of the world.
I get ready to run all over again until I realize I can’t.
Not that I don’t have the chance or even the reasons to.
I just can’t. Not anymore.
It takes some time, and a little gentle persuasion, but I soon realize that Pearce Masters isn’t out to get me.
Not in the way I think most people are anyway.
He wants to keep me alright, but in a very, very special way.
Running?
I think I’ve been running towards Pearce my whole life, and I’m not gonna run anymore.
Not another step.

Pearce:
Time.
I’ve achieved more in one life on my own than most companies let alone people dream of in a thousand years.
Twenty years later? I’m missing something.
The one thing a man who knows what he wants can easily overlook.
The one thing he’s needed from day one but looked for in everything else.
His equal.
His queen.
I never knew it, not really.
Not until she was right in front of me.
She’s dropped right in my lap, and me being me I open my big mouth.
Almost ruining everything.
Letting her go before she’s even properly arrived.
A girl like that, a perfect fucking ten.
What was I supposed to do?
Not claim her? Not snap her up so some other clown can ruin her?
No.
I decide the moment I see her she’ll be mine and I will be hers.
Not just in my car or for one day or even a hundred, but mine forever.

* His Little Stowaway is an insta-everything standalone instalove romance with a HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.