Nate
Nate Monson was gorgeous, obnoxiously wealthy, and a player.
He was also the person who could destroy my world with a single decision.
I walked into that bar looking for him.
He saw me. I saw him.
The chemistry sizzled between us, but no.
I hated Nate Monson.
I hated him with everything in me, even though my body did not.
It didn't matter.
Nothing I wanted mattered.
He thought I wanted to get laid.
What I wanted was for him to disappear.
But first, I had to tell him that he had a daughter.
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