Angol
He wants into my pants.
And I want a baby...
I want a baby, and I want it bad. But there's no Mr. Right in sight and I'm tired of waiting around for someone to rock my boat. So I decide that I'm going to have a baby on my own.
Then I meet Jett at a party. Tall, dark, and handsome, he is just my type. And when the playboy makes it clear that he's only interested in my body, I don't take offense in the least.
Blushing, I ask him to be my sperm donor, the old-fashioned way. And he says yes... as long as I agree to his terms.
That means skin-on-skin, lips crushed to lips, him satisfying me until I shout his name to the rooftops. And he's so f*cking good, I can't stand it.
Everything is fine, as long as I stick to the rules. No holding hands, no making plans. Simple as that.
There aren't any feelings involved, until there are.
Rules are made to be broken right?
But so are hearts, and that's what I'm afraid of.
