No Strings Attached

Chapter 32

She didn’t want to explain too much to him about the kid. The more she explained, the greater her disappointment became. She watched him in silence, her voice as flat and unrippled as a still pond. “So, what do

you want?”

lan’s fingertips gently lifted her chin, he lowered his head, their noses brushing against each other in an ambiguous, teasing dance. “You lost our baby. You owe me one.”

Clara shoved him away with a force that brooked no argument, “That’s not possible.”

“Then all those terms you just laid out, I’m rejecting every single one.

“lan, don’t be so unreasonable.”

Tears crept into Clara’s eyes, a furious storm brewing within.

a light smirk. He lazily bit into the soft flesh of Clara’s collarbone, his voice a languid murmur. “The project won’t be on track for another three months. Your father won’t be out of the woods until then. During this time, I can’t guarantee his safety–unless you agree to my terms. Give me another child. We can draft a contract, limited to

understood why the world called lan a devil. His methods were

cold chuckle, “And

free to go, we’ll go our separate ways. But the odds of that are nearly zero.” They had conceived on their one unprotected encounter. He refused to believe he couldn’t

agreed readily,

body, conceiving in three months? She’d consider it a miracle if it happened in three

years.

the printer, lay before Clara. Despite being prepared for all eventualities, the moment she picked up

as she signed her name on the

had officially

his arms around her from behind.. His hot, moist lips trailed down the back of her neck. Her clothes had