One night with an NBA player, and now I'm carrying his child.
We met at a bar, where his presence made the hairs on my neck stand on end. He was
stunning, with a physique that could make any woman melt. His intense, dreamy gaze left me
amazed that I didn't strip right there on the bar countertop. Our encounter began with a mix-up,
my lips finding his drink instead of mine. Before long, I was at his place. The passion in our
kisses sparked a fire that grew with every touch. His strong arms lifted and tossed me
effortlessly, sending my heart racing. His tall frame enveloping me completely fueled my endless
desire. After that night, we parted ways.
Two years later, James Baltimore is the NBA's breakout star, and I'm his assigned physical
therapist. Can I maintain my professionalism? Memories of that night flood my mind, tempting
me to give in. But now, it's time to reveal the secret I've been keeping. I have a child, and he's
the father.

Hating The Player

Winter's POV
The clink of porcelain teacups and low but steady chatter filled the café as I waited for Coach James to arrive. My fingers drummed against the table, my mind racing with possibilities. Why had he asked for this meeting and why did it feel like I was about to step into a situation I wa...

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE 

CHAPTER FOUR 

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN 

CHAPTER ELEVEN 

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

CHAPTER NINETEEN

CHAPTER TWENTY

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

CHAPTER TWENTY THREE

CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE