The Billionaire's Pregnant Bride

By: Kimmy Love

Chapter One

“Nevaeh, you’ll never guess what I just heard!”

I was startled from my work by my very loud and over excited best friend, Julia. I was a little irritated at the interruption, because I was in the middle of reading through the Ferguson Prenup. The Fergusons were multi-billionaires and working their divorce was going to be the job of the year. Luckily, Mr. Jones, of Jones, Hanks, and Associates law firm, had asked me to prep him for his first initial contact with the soon-to-be-ex Mrs. Ferguson.

Sure, being a divorce attorney wasn’t exactly what I wanted when I was a little girl. I grew up watching shows like Law and Order that my mother obsessed over. I was sure I was going to change the world in the courtroom.

But as you grow, things change. I didn’t care so much to be the famous defense attorney anymore. I just wanted a steady job that gave me a good living. Sometimes, mostly when doing the prenup cases, I fantasied I was a matchmaker helping couples into their blissful lives. Sure, it would be a little disappointing when they would return in the not-too-distant future for a divorce.

Our clientele was Seattle’s elite. That being said, we had quite a few regulars. Maybe marriage wasn’t what it used to be, my parents were living proof of that, but I still held on to my girlish fantasies of Prince Charmings and love at first sight.

Julia was dancing in front of me, waiting for me to ask what was so amazing that she had just heard. Becoming a lawyer wasn’t a profession of choice for her, she was more or like forced into in her father’s footsteps, and she didn’t take it all too seriously.

Sure, she had gone to law school, passed the bar, and all that, but sometimes I wondered how much her family connections had to do with it. She spend most her time fluttering around the office picking up on any and every bit of gossip. Gossip wasn’t really my thing, but she was my best friend, so I usually humored her.

“Wait, let me stop my important work so that you can tell me the latest on Melissa and the hot new receptionist.” He was temping and modeling part-time. Totally hot too; I didn’t judge Melissa at all for banging him.

“No, I got nothing on them today, it’s all about you, babe!”

“Me? What could I have possibly done to warrant gossip?”

“I hear Mr. Jones is taking you off the Ferguson case.”

“What?” I was more than irritated about this, I was downright pissed. I worked my ass off to climb the freaking ladder here and I earned the right to assist on this case. “What silver spoon am I getting kicked off for?”

“Well, me, actually.” I felt bad. Sometimes I forgot Julia was one of those snotty privileged brats. It was hard to remember—she never acted like one. “But, it’s because you’re going to be handling your own case!”

“What? Seriously?”

“Yeah, Mr. Jones just spoke to me and told me to take over all your work. He said that he had another big fish coming in and he was too tied up with Ferguson to take it on himself. So he’s giving it to you!”

“You have got to be freaking kidding me! Seriously? Oh my gosh, this is the big break I’ve been waiting for.”

“Please, you’re an awesome lawyer. You had to know this was coming. You work the hardest of everyone here. It won’t be long before we see Jones, Hanks, Lookhart, and Associates on the door.”

“Shut up!” Yes I worked hard to get to where I am. I worked two jobs all through college and law school. Even with that, I was still fighting my way through student loans. I never got my life handed to me on a silver platter, but that wasn’t going to stop me from my dreams, and that was a good easy life for me and my mama.

She deserved nothing less. That still didn’t mean I liked it when people told me stuff like that. My mother being half-Japanese, modesty was almost required in her nature. It had been passed down to me. It would probably kill me to accept a compliment.

“Yeah, Mr. Jones knows we are good pals, so he just gave your case file to me. You will never guess who it is.”

“I take it you already read it then?”

“Heck yeah! I wanted to see what kind of awesome job you were getting for your big break. Trust me, it didn’t disappoint.” She said this excitedly as she handed over the paperwork.

It only took me a second to see what the excitement was about. James Simons, player for the Seahawks, and his playboy bunny wife, Amanda Moore. I don’t think their marriage lasted more than three years.

I would be representing Mr. Simons. My heart sank a bit at the reason for the negotiations: child custody. That wasn’t going to be an easy one for me. I pushed back my own childhood scars on this matter to scope out who would be representing the bunny.

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