My Roommate Is My Baby Daddy
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It's the holiday season, and single mom Jade urgently needs a roommate.... She posts an ad and thinks she's found the perfect match... until J. Morrison shows up.... Jace Morrison, her best friend's older brother, her one-night-stand from last Year's January... and the father of her 10-month-old daughter.
As Jace settles in, blissfully unaware that the child was his, strict rules collide with Jade's determination to keep Harper a secret, But, truth always has a way of slipping out as what was supposed to be a temporary holiday arrangement, now quickly turns into a tangled web of sparks, Secrets, Jealousy, and heartache that neither of them can ignore.
My Roommate Is My Baby Daddy Chapter 1
"Please, sweetheart... not again," Jade murmured, staring helplessly at her laptop screen.
It was the 31st of November. Christmas was coming fast, and the streets outside Jade's apartment were already exploding with music, lights, cinnamon-scented vendors, couples taking photos, and kids chasing fake snow.
But Jade wasn't a part of any of it.
Inside her cramped apartment, Harper's cries scraped through the air.
Harper had been fussing for almost twenty minutes, but Jade kept her eyes glued to the laptop screen as if staring hard enough would magically fix her life. The cursor blinked back at her, impatient and loud in the silence of the tiny apartment. Behind her, Harper let out another frustrated whine... loud, tired, and frustrating.
"I know, baby. I know." Jade pinched the bridge of her nose. She ran a hand through her hair as she stared at the empty can of formula, completely rinsed out.
"I can't buy more," she whispered. "Not without losing the rent."
The baby's formula have been empty for days now and every time she thought about replacing it, her gaze always landed on the spreadsheet tracking her savings. The numbers were terrifyingly low, ravaged by the sudden, hike in her apartment rent right before the holidays.
The Christmas holiday is fast approaching and the increase is a crazy one.
If she bought the formula now, the meager safety net she was knitting against the developer's threat would be shredded. She was already working two jobs, running on fumes, and still losing ground.
She placed her hands on her face and let out a deep breathe. "I need a lifeline."
She picked up Harper and bounced her lightly as she walked back to seat in front of her laptop.
Harper sobbed harder.
"Okay, okay... think, Jade. Think."
Her eyes drifted over the glowing screen. And then... an idea hit her so suddenly that she stopped moving.
"A roommate," she breathed. "Half the rent. That's... that's enough to survive."
Harper hiccupped in her arms.
Jade sat down and typed quickly:
ROOMMATE WANTED... Female only, private room... pay and move in immediately.
She hesitated only for a second before clicking Post.
"There," she whispered. "Please let someone answer."
She rocked Harper while humming a shaky lullaby... until her laptop dinged.
Jade froze. Then rushed to the screen.
New message: J. Morrison
Her eyes widened.
"Already?"
She clicked.
"Is the room still available? I can move in tomorrow payment is ready."
Jade didn't have the time to think as she typed back fast:
"Available. Payment confirms reservation."
She sent her account details and two seconds later... she got the money.
Jade exhaled a small, choked laugh. "Harper, you're eating tonight. Thank you Jess...oh sorry or maybe Jenny?" She laughed again as a surge of relief washed over her. With the deposit secured, she could breathe, even if it just for a moment. Happy, Jade quickly pulled on a coat,
She grabbed her purse and ran out the door.
By evening, Harper was fed, warm, and asleep again. And Jade quickly got herself busy as she started to clean the entire apartment... scrubbing until her knees hurt, folding laundry, reorganizing every corner... preparing for the roommate who would arrive the next morning.
The next morning, December 1st, the doorbell rang precisely at 9:00 AM. Jade's heart hammered a nervous rhythm against her ribs. She smoothed down her hair and ran to open the door, expecting to see the female roommate she'd pictured in her head.
But the moment the door opened, her heart dropped.
Jace Morrison stood on her doorstep.
She had expected a woman... maybe young, maybe older, maybe friendly. everything but not Jace Morrison.
He stood on her doorstep, looking Tall, Serious, and familiar. carrying a single, high-end suitcase.
Her best friend's older brother.
The man she had accidentally slept with last January.
The father of Harper... though he didn't know yet and will never.
How? Did she mix things up? Then the sheer, cosmic irony of the name... J. Morrison... hit her like a physical blow.
"Jade?" Jace called, his expression a perfect mirroring of her own shock. "It's you?"
Jade coughed lightly, forcing herself out of the frozen state. She had to act normal. She was in control. "Y... yes... hi Jace."
Jace's face held no readable emotion. He was simply composed, professional, and surprised. He let out a deep breath, the sound barely audible. "Never knew it was you..."
"I didn't know it was... you either," she whispered.
Before she could think of anything else to say, Harper crawled right up beside her leg and stopped at the doorway, staring up at the stranger.
"Silly girl, you could have stayed there", Jade cursed in her head.
Jace's gaze dropped from Jade to the child. His surprise deepened. "You've a baby?"
Jade swallowed hard and nervously nodded, moving slightly to shield Harper from his view.
Jace let out another deep breath and ran a hand through his dark, thick hair, clearly frustrated. "Why didn't you say it in the ad? How am I supposed to cope with a baby?"
"I'm sorry," she said quickly. "She won't bother you. I'll keep her in our room. She's quiet most times. You won't even..."
"Jade." His tone cut her sentence in half. "A baby is not something you hide in an ad. Not everyone like babies and I'm not a fan of noise."
"I needed to secure this apartment," she replied softly. "And the payment is non-refundable. So.. If you back out now, we both lose the place and our money."
Jace paused. His jaw flexed. He looked at the hallway behind her, the apartment, then back at her tired eyes.
Finally he muttered, "Fine."
Relief slipped out of her in a silent breath.
"Thank you."
Left with no choice, Jace stepped into the apartment, rolling his suitcase inside. Jade followed behind. making a silent vow:
"Harper won't be a problem. I'll keep her away from you."
"Which room is mine?" he asked.
She pointed down the hall. "Second door on the right."
He nodded and disappeared inside inside the hall, shutting the door behind him.
Jade quickly scooped up Harper and swiftly locked her back into her room, placing a selection of quiet toys in her crib.
A few minutes later, Jace appeared wearing fresh clothes, hair damp from a shower. His expression was unreadable. the apartment was quiet. Harper was nowhere in sight.
He came to meet Jade in the living room. "Rules need to be made," he stated, his tone businesslike. "For the smooth running of the apartment and to keep everyone in their private space. Since you are the leaseholder, you start.
Jade quickly agreed and laid out her boundaries: use of the kitchen must be scheduled, shared spaces must be clean immediately, and their interaction would be minimal.
Jace nodded crisply. "Fine. And my rules are as follows: quiet hours are 10 PM to 7 AM, do not touch my belongings, and keep noise to an absolute minimum." He paused, his gaze hardening slightly. "And the most important one: keep the baby in your space. I don't want to see her dirty the place or hear her annoying cries."
Jade's stomach twisted with a mixture of offense and relief. She had been dreading this exact conversation, but this rule played right into her secret agenda.
Jade pressed her lips together. "Understood. I'll keep Harper close."
That being said, Jace decided to retreat back to his room. But he stopped abruptly at his doorway, turning back to Jade.
"And another thing," he added, his voice low. "Don't tell Mara that I'm here."
"Sure," Jade replied immediately. She was already planning on keeping this from her best friend; Mara's protective, 'friends don't touch brothers' rule was strict enough without the history she shared with Jace.
Jade waited until she heard his door lock shut before heaving a shaky sigh of relief. She muttered softly, "Thank goodness. This will be more easy than I think."
Just then, her phone rang.
Mara.
Jade froze, staring at the name flashing on the screen. She answered.
Mara's voice, filled with her usual vibrant excitement, came through the speaker. "Jade, are you home?"
"Yes," Jade said carefully.
"Good," Mara's voice came again, cheerier than ever. "I'm on my way! I got Harper a gift, and I need to see my favorite girl!"
Jade's blood ran cold. Jace. She had promised him silence. She had agreed to the rules.
Jade's eyes widened. "Mara... wait... don't come"
"Hello? Hello?" Mara sounded confused, but before Jade could construct an excuse, the line went dead. Mara had already ended the call.
Jade stared at the phone, a cold, sickening wave of panic washing over her.
And then...
Jace stepped out of his room.
Their eyes met.
Jace ignored her, walking towards the door.
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My Roommate Is My Baby Daddy of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6
Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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7.3
I found out my husband of three years had cheated on me and his mistress is the one who told me-because he didn't have the balls to do it himself.
I move out and get a new apartment, a job as a bartender, and try to move on with a broken heart. I wonder where it all went wrong, if I hadn't been enough for him, if I'd been stupid for marrying him in the first place.
I'm at work one night when he walks inside-the most beautiful man I've ever seen. He sits at the bar and a forest fire burns between us. I was depressed the moment before he entered, but the second I look at his blue eyes, I forget the dumpster fire that my life has become. I invite him back to my place and it's the most passionate night of my life. I expect to never see him again.
I just want him as an anti-depressant-but he wants me all to himself. I just got my heart ripped out of my chest so I want something easy and no-strings-attached, but he wants all the strings because he's hooked.
I don't get much of a say in the matter, and that's not surprising when I learn why-because he's the Butcher. The crime lord of all crime lords, the boss that overshadows all of Paris, that makes everyone abide by his rules-or pay.
And now I'm his.
9.4
I thought the Burch family gave me a loving home when they took me out of the orphanage.
But when the global deep freeze apocalypse hit, my adoptive parents mercilessly kicked me out of the bunker to freeze to death.
As I lay dying in the snow, covered in horrific purple frostbite, my adoptive sister Kendal walked past me in a pristine designer jacket.
Around her neck was my only childhood possession—an antique gold necklace my adoptive mother had ripped off my neck to give to her.
Kendal gloated, bragging that my pendant held a magical space with infinite supplies and fresh food while the rest of the world starved.
I realized I had spent years emptying my life savings to fund their luxury cars and fake medical emergencies.
They had drained my bank accounts, stolen my bloodline's heirloom, and used my magical lifeline to live like royalty while leaving me to die.
I took my last ragged breath in that blinding blizzard, consumed by a toxic hatred.
Why was I so hopelessly weak? Why did I let them take everything from me?
Opening my eyes again, the painful frostbite scars were gone. My skin was warm.
I grabbed my phone. The screen lit up: November 12.
It was exactly three days before the world ended.
When my adoptive mother called, faking a tearful emergency to demand another thirty thousand dollars, I smiled coldly.
"Just tell me where to send the money, Mom."
This time, I'm taking my space back, and I'm going to drain them dry.
8.1
Born into luxury, Hermione Watson-Pierce has always felt like merely a pawn in her parents' ruthless game of power. She learned to suppress her emotions, earning herself the title of the "Ice Queen."
Just then, Aiden Mendes bursts into her life-a charming playboy known for his reckless reputation. Aiden chooses to cope with his inner turmoil through a lavish lifestyle, using his charisma and striking looks to keep others at bay.
A looming threat forces them to face a contracted marriage or risk losing their inheritance. When they first meet, Aiden is struck by an unexpected attraction, as if it were love at first sight. Yet, his notorious reputation precedes him, and Hermione makes no effort to hide her disdain.
As their contractual marriage evolves into a battle of wills, Aiden must work to melt Hermione's icy heart, proving that he is more than what meets the eye. But can he persuade her to rise above her prejudices and bravely pursue love?
7.6
The heavy prison gates clanged shut, ending three years. I scanned the empty lot for Julian, my fiancé. Deserted.
Biting December wind my only welcome. Calls to Julian, father, mother: unanswered/disconnected.
Shivering, Julian's tracker showed an unfamiliar Long Island estate. A freezing cab left me penniless; I walked through the blizzard. Through a mansion window, I saw Julian, my stepsister Clara, a small boy—a perfect family. Julian, who hated children, doted on him, and Clara wore *my* engagement ring.
I overheard Julian's call: he, my father, conspired to frame me for Clara’s medical error, saving their company and future. My family hadn't just abandoned me; they plotted my destruction.
A delayed text from Julian popped up, lying about a "cross-border meeting," promising to pick me up tomorrow. Despair vanished, replaced by a cold, terrifying smile. Typing "Understood," I turned from their stolen life, walking into the blizzard, fueled by burning rage.
9.7
I was the Luna of the Black Moon pack, happily carrying the Alpha's heir and believing in our Fated Mate bond.
But on a romantic getaway to the mountains, my beloved mate Ryker suddenly pushed me off a cliff.
As I dangled over the abyss, pleading for help, he just sneered and crushed my fingers under his heavy boot.
"Such a shame, my dear Luna."
I survived the plunge but lost my baby in a pool of my own blood.
Lying half-dead in the dark forest, I heard Ryker and his Beta confirming my "accidental" death.
He hadn't just cheated on me. He had orchestrated my murder to officially welcome his Chosen Mate.
He traded my life and our unborn pup for a piece of territory, disgusted by my mother's healing bloodline.
I couldn't understand how the sacred bond of the Moon Goddess could be so easily discarded, or how a father could butcher his own flesh and blood for power.
My love and grief were instantly replaced by a burning, venomous rage.
Fortunately, the legendary Alpha King passed by and saved me from the woods.
Hidden away in an ancestral sanctuary, I opened my laptop and sent a message to a mysterious ally.
"I need to get my revenge."
This time, I was going to make them pay in blood.
7.6
After an exhausting fourteen-hour flight, Katia returned to her Upper East Side penthouse, expecting the quiet comfort of the life she had built.
Instead, she found a pair of familiar red stilettos in the foyer and her fiancé, Caleb, tangled in their bedsheets with his twenty-two-year-old assistant.
She didn't scream or cry. She simply took off her three-carat engagement ring, threw it at his bare chest, and demanded he buy out her half of the penthouse by Friday.
Seeking to numb the sickening disgust, she got blackout drunk and crashed at a luxury hotel, accidentally stumbling into the wrong suite.
Thinking the imposing man inside was a high-end escort hired by her friend, she threw him over her shoulder and spent a wild night with him.
The next morning, she left five thousand dollars on his nightstand with a lipstick-stained note.
"Good Job."
For six years, she had funded Caleb's dreams and built his startup from the ground up, only to be treated like a lifeless ATM.
With ruthless precision, she spent the next two months systematically bankrupting his company, cutting off his venture capital, and erasing his life's work.
She felt no heartbreak, only a cold, calculating need to cleanse herself of his betrayal.
But when Katia finally returned to corporate headquarters to co-lead a massive merger, she literally crashed into the new Vice President.
Strong arms caught her waist, and the sharp scent of cedarwood and whiskey hit her like a freight train.
"You came back," Jackson whispered, his eyes burning as he stared at the woman who had treated him like a cheap gigolo.
