I slept with a stranger in a tux. Now he's my baby's billionaire father. Spencer Devereaux was nothing more than a fairytale. One night. One secret I swore I'd never tell. But when I slipped out the next morning, I didn't know he was Cash Banks, my brother's oldest friend. And I definitely didn't know I'd end up pregnant. I tried to contact him. To let him know. Honest. But one wrong digit-and a photo of him with a woman and child-convinced me I was just a mistake. Now here he is, in a tux at my brother's wedding. And I'm the bridesmaid on his arm, hiding my deepest secret. I try to stay distant. But he's at my table, on the dance floor, in my head. Then I let him romance me in Paris. He holds my hand like he's never letting go. I don't want him to. The only problem? I've still not told him the truth.
