Note: This is the second book in the sequel. the first is "her heart lives on." it can also be read as a stand alone.

His sperm, Her egg, Their babies.

Second book in the ♥hatelove♥ series.

Vincent Harry wants to **** but doesn't want to marry. He has his own taste in women, preferably thin, sexy, with big fake boobs.

But his mother wants a Grandchild so badly that she refuse to speak to him until he brings home a pregnant woman.

In order to make his momma happy, Vincent signed a contract with Greta whose brother is seriously sick and needs to have a surgery but with a huge sum of money which Vincent is willing to pay to Greta just to bear him a child.

Greta Simpson is a 26 year old ****** who is determined to keep her cherry un popped till she gets married. She is the first of two children whose parents are dead and with her younger brother laying on his death bed she is willing to do anything even sign a contract with the devil to have his sperm poured into her.

After breaking up with her present boyfriend, Greta moves in with Vincent.

Will she finally get her cherry popped by him or will he fall in love with her especially when they find out that not only one but two children are inside her and she demands to have one of them.

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This is a total work of fiction. Any resemblance with anyone or thing you know is totally coincidental. The characters, places and names are of my own imagination.

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Though the book in the second in the series, you do not have to read the first to understand the second as they are different stories.

Fasten your seatbelts for rough ride ahead......

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the room everyone else looked calm and composed, some were busy on their phones while others were going through the files in their hands. No one could doze off or take a nap even though they had been there since 5:00am. She knew it was all an act though, everyone was just as nervous as she was, they were just better at hiding it.

Currently, Greta and four others were sitting outside the office of the CEO of Harry B&C (bedsheets and curtains). The company's sales dropped by 10% this year due to some mishaps by the former personal assistant to the CEO who was spending his time in jail. Mr Brenden, former PA to the renowned Vincent Harry was bribed by some powerful forces dealing in drugs and illegal importation coupled with selling of dangerous weapons to release false transactions between them and Mr Harry.

The release of the false transactions to the public raised a lot of questions, all questioning Mr Harry's integrity. It barely took time before they were exposed and Mr Brenden was sent to prison but by then the damage had been done and the sales had come down from 50% of the world purchasing to 40%.

"Mr Gregory." A deep voice called making her flinch. The man with auburn hair and somehow wrinkled shirt got up from beside her and tried to smoothen wrinkles with his hands but to no avail, he soon disappeared into the room where the interview was held. It made Greta wonder what he went through for his shirt to be 'that' wrinkled. She knew just like everyone else that there was no way they'd pick him. She was right though, because not 5 minutes later Mr Gregory walked out with a sullen look, she couldn't help but feel a little hope though it was crushed when she retook in her fellow applicants.

She sighed as her eyes landed on the lady sitting directly in front of her, she didn't really know what they were looking for except the basics but if it was anything like the other companies she'd applied to, she knew that the Lady in front of her was going to be picked and she was going to be turned away.

The Blondie lady was in a shirt as tight as a corset which shoved her cup A breasts up so high she could swear she saw some perky nipples. Her skirt left Greta wondering how she walked in it, obviously the man beside the bimbo was thinking the same because she could almost see drool coming out of his mouth and that boosted bimbo's confidence because she puffed her chest out more till Greta was sure the buttons would pop open.

The voice was heard again, this time calling a Miss Devon.

The bimbo got up, sashaying towards the place of the interview and at the last minute, blowing a kiss to the man who was busy gawking at her booty.

However, Greta didn't pay attention to them, she was trying so hard to remember where she had heard the Devon name from. It definitely rang a bell.

5 minutes passed.

Then 10.

After waiting for 27 minutes to be precise, the booby miss Devon walked out. Despite using thrice the amount of time others used, there was a joyous smile plastered on her mouth, the lips which was surely surgically enhanced was red and wet, almost like she just finished a make out session.

Hold on.....a red and swollen lips after coming from the office most promiscuous bachelor.

It was a given, there was no way she'd get the job now.  Except if she managed to seduce Mr harry and somehow give him more pleasure than the Blondie had obviously given.

Why?

Why couldn't she get a normal job like a normal person without having to exchange spit with the CEO?

By the time her name was called, she had already made up her mind and with a deep breath, she entered into the office> hell.

She was met with a tantalizing smell immediately she entered the room, if it was another person who used that much perfume, it'd probably choke her but instead, the musky scent warned her of what was to come. Whispering to her that it wasn't too late to turn back.

But when had she ever listened.

Maybe she was the bimbo not the Blondie with the fake boobs and heels higher than her IQ.

"Come in,"

She shivered unwillingly at the coldness of the voice. She'd only seen Mr Harry in magazines and the many times the press got him on camera, but none prepared her for what she was about to face.

"Are you deaf or something?"  It was supposedly to be rude but the amused tone he used got her heart beating furiously against her chest. She hurriedly step away from the dark part which was caused by the wall of books situated directly I'm front of his office door.

She was not the type that got attracted to men easily infact her high school mates had thought she was gay but at that moment she knew she wouldn't be able to control herself from falling for him.

Maybe it was better if he rejected her.

"Sit!" He commanded.

She did so reluctantly and after avoided looking at him directly, she could see him from the corner of her eyes. He was studying her that was obvious and she saw his eyes narrow slightly. He straightened from his bent position only to resume his staring.

She couldn't have it anymore. She wasn't over confident but didn't have low self esteem either. She wouldn't let some guy reduce her Into a squirming mess just because he was the CEO of some company. It wasn't Like she'd get the job anyways.

She raised her head slowly and began to check him out too. He wasn't the only one with eyes after all.....

She began a list like she'd seen some of the girls do whenever the saw a handsome fellow.

Strong jaws - check

Straight nose - check

Tousled hair - check

High cheek bones - check

Plump lips - check

Dimples - check

Firm butt - (she hadn't seen it yet but she could tell it was definitely a check)

Is there anything faulty in this guy?

"Why should I employ you as my personal assistant." She was taken aback by his question. She had been to countless interviews but none had ever asked her a question like that. It was as if he  believed she couldn't do the job. Like she was incapable. That infuriated her.

She should have known. Mr Harry was unlike other employers. He knew exactly what he was doing, he was a manipulator. that she could tell.

"No reason I guess, after all you've already chosen Miss Devon. I wonder if you'd ask me that question if I came here with a full display of my properties." She was satisfied with her comment. Why couldn't she give him a piece of her mind if he wasn't going to employ her anyways.

"Not like there would be anything to see." He muttered and snickered.

She boiled. Nobody dared insult her babies.

"Anyways, as you've clearly found out that there's no hope for you as my personal assistant, I have another job offer if you want."

She considered saying no just to spite him but reconsidered. If she left here without a job she would starve and her brother.......

"And what might that be?" She asked while her mind was wondering. Can it be good.

"You be my baby mama, carry my baby in your womb."

Greta stood up, stretched across the desk, slapped him hard And stalked out of his office.

How dare he?

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tried to increase my pace without splashing mud water all over my body but it obviously was a poor attempt because I only took two steps and one would think I washed my shoes with mud.

I paused.

Took a deep breath in, I can do this without losing my temper. I don't have to get frustrated. I can do it.

I walked a few steps before realising something, I live a very miserable life. If not why will I be the only one walking in the rain without any umbrella or any place to hide from the rain.

It took a week before I was able to get over what happened in Harry's B&C company. And I made up my mind the day before to go further in my search for a job which took me to T&M company.

Guess who got turned down ?

All of my life, I've never felt so useless. Wait, who was I kidding? If I wasn't useless my brother wouldn't be laying on his sick bed at the moment fighting for his life.

It took me all I had not to break down and cry my eyes out. I gave up trying to avoid the mud, what was the use anyways?

I increased my pace as I turned the corner that led to my apartment, the one I shared with my boyfriend, Nathan.

Nathan is a journalist who worked for Conde Mast as a senior writer, he was caring enough for a boyfriend and he was always there for me and even helped me in the job hunt but every one of them was not business related.

I couldn't help but smile at the thought of him, he was such a sweet guy and would probably be home sitting cross legged with his laptop resting on his leg as he typed away, he never had friends and he had a limit to social interactions, humans annoyed him that much and the few he actually liked, he could kill for.

And that was exactly how i met him, legs crossed, laptop lying on top of his legs and a mug in his hand sitting on the couch. He noticed me come in and stood up, approaching me with his hands outstretched. He got to me and hugged me lifting me up and placed a kiss on my forehead. He was a busy man but that didn't stop him from being romantic whenever he had the time and that was what I loved most about him.

"How was your day, sweetheart?" He scooped me up and carried me to the couch, sitting beside me he also scooped my legs up and started to massage them. It was exactly what I needed.

"It was perfect, I mean why else would I get mud all over me, scoot I don't want to stain your clothes." I tried lifting my legs but he forced them back down and gave me a look.

"It can always be washed, now let's talk about your " perfect" day. I gather that you didn't get the job right." I gave him a nod. "Good, you'll come with me to Conde Mast tomorrow."

"Uh okay, but why?" I was surprised, he never took me to his work place even when I would get so bored and practically beg him to take me. He was a senior writer anyway so there was no way they'd punish him for bringing me, he just chose not to.

"I think there might be something you could do. You know maybe there'll actually be a vacant post you could fill. And I don't think they'd refuse a recommendation from the senior officer."

"But I do not have qualifications for it, I studied business remember? I doubt they'd employ me." I said with a pout.

"You could write for the business department, you know..business related stuff."

"Okay, if you say so. How was your day? Let's not talk only about me."

"Oh, it was pretty much the same. I barely had time to have lunch you know, we've all been working hard on this annual publication which is due next month. Lucky you, we could use extra hands." The idea of only getting a job because extra hands were needed wasn't appealing to me but did I have a choice?

"Can you prepare me something to eat? I'm starved." Nathan said. I opened my mouth to tell him I wasn't his slave but closed it right back. I shouldn't complain. After all, he was the one who pays the house rent and pays for all the groceries we use. The least I could do was prepare him meals.

I sighed and got up.

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I stared at my watch again and huffed in annoyance. I've been waiting for Nathan outside the newsroom for over 2 hours. We were going to his personal office when he was sent for by the head of celebrity department, apparently there was a juicy gist about a celebrity. He had insisted I follow him to the newsroom and made me sit on a couch right in front of the office now I've been having cramps in my butt. Just great.

The door opened and a tieless Nathan and another man walked out. His blazer was flung carelessly on his shoulder and he was in a heated conversation with the other man who noticed me and nodded at my direction.

Nathan looked at me and his eyes widened. "Oh God, I totally forgot that you were here, I'm so sorry." He begged and I could tell he was sincere.

"It's fine." I smiled a little to ease his guilt.

"Irving, This is my girlfriend, Greta." He introduced me to the guy standing beside him. Irving stretched his hand and I took it.

"Nice to meet you."

"Same."

"I want to recommend her to the business department, do you think they'll accept her? Or is there any vacant space she could fill?"

Irving shook his head slowly, looking me up and down. It was obvious he didn't like was he saw and he didn't even make an effort to hide it. I wonder how Nathan didn't notice him staring me down.

"No, I don't think they will. The business department is too full I think I heard Susan complaining about how stuffed it is. I guess the only vacant job is in the reception, as a cook." Nathan frowned.

"I don't think she'd like that. Would you sweetheart?" I couldn't help but glare at the both of them, I didn't know if they were just joking but from the serious expressions they both had on. It took me my all not to smack them across the face. I might be jobless but that doesn't mean I'd lost my dignity. So without further ado, I stood and walked out.

Once outside I stopped. I've been doing a lot of that lately, walking out.

I wondered if I stupid to reject the job offer Vincent Harry proposed. I shook my head, I'd never become someone's slut.

Even if your brother's life depends on it? A tiny voice whispered in my head.

What if there was another way to get pregnant without actually having sex? Would he let me do that? Or was this a way to get me to be one of his mistresses?

Use your brain, Greta. Even if he wanted a mistress it would never be you, he has a list of celebrities who would gladly be one.

Then why me? Why choose me to be his baby mama? I have average height, average looks, no money. What does a man like him any with me?

I forced the thought out of my head and walked out of the elevator. I was lucky to have a cab drop someone so I waved it down and was about to get in when my bag was violently snatched from me. I looked to my side to see the culprit sprinting down the road. He crossed the road, avoiding the cars like a pro and when I tried to follow him, loud horns blared in my ears and insults were thrown my way. He was gone by the time I was done apologising to the drivers.

The cab was gone too as well as the few dollars I had in my purse. How will I get home?

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