My Rockstar’s Secret Baby This is Book 19 in the His Secret Baby series, which are based on a theme and can be read alone but are fun to binge-read altogether! Copyright © 2021 Jamie Knight Romance Jamie Knight – Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author All rights reserved. Book 1: My Father’s Best Friend’s Secret Baby Book 2: My Dad’s Rival’s Secret Baby Book 3: My Professor’s Secret Baby Book 4: Single Mom’s Secret Baby Book 5: My Father’s Rich Friend’s Secret Baby Book 6: My Doctor’s Secret Baby Book 7: My Best Friend’s Brother’s Secret Baby Book 8: My Brother’s Best Friend’s Secret Baby Book 9: My Billionaire Ex’s Secret Baby Book 10: My Fake Fiancé’s Secret Baby Book 11: My Ex-Boyfriend’s Secret Baby Book 12: My Brother-In-Law’s Secret Baby Book 13: My Client’s Secret Baby Book 14: My Mentor’s Secret Baby Book 15: My Best Friend’s Secret Baby Book 16: My Bad Boy Boss’s Secret Baby Book 17: My Secret Santa’s Secret Baby Book 18: My Billionaire Boss’s Secret Baby Book 19: My Rockstar’s Secret Baby These listed books are those that have been published at the time this book was published but there are always being more added to the series. Click here to see all the books in this series! Table of Contents Chapter One - Stephanie Chapter Two - Stephanie Chapter Three - Ragnar Chapter Four - Stephanie Chapter Five - Stephanie Chapter Six - Ragnar Chapter Seven - Stephanie Chapter Eight - Ragnar Chapter Nine - Stephanie Chapter Ten - Stephanie Chapter Eleven - Ragnar Chapter Twelve - Stephanie Chapter Thirteen - Ragnar Epilogue - Stephanie Newsletter Signup and Free Book Sneak Peek of My Billionaire Boss’s Secret Baby Chapter One - Stephanie No one noticed me hurrying my way out of the office. During the entire time that I zipped down the hall and then onto the elevator, not a head popped up from behind the acres of cloth and metal that constituted the cubicle farm. (It had been cheaper, at the beginning, to get an ‘open concept’ space. Only the executives got windows or doors. Mine had a view of the bay.) I reached the ground floor and hurried for my car. The garment bag already hung in the back, the protruding hook slung over the emergency bar right behind the driver’s seat, so it wouldn’t obstruct my vision while driving. I still had fifteen minutes, and I knew I could make it. At least, I’d better make it; my little sister was getting married, and come hell or high water, I would be there to celebrate with her. I arrived with plenty of time, snatched the garment bag out of the back, and rushed to the bathroom. It was somehow colder inside than outside, the gray cinder blocks doing a bang-up job of keeping all the warmth out there. As far as park bathrooms went, it was one of the worst I’d ever seen, but to be fair, it was built in the 90s when efficiency was the thing, psychological welfare be damned. Then again, it was either use this dirty bathroom or strip down in front of my family and friends, and I knew which I preferred. Decked out in my maid-of-honor finery, I hauled ass to the bridal tent, matching heels held in my hand for better movement on the soft grass. When I stepped inside, the sight that met me took my breath away. “Oh, wow!” “Thanks,” Jonna gushed. I’d gotten so used to her being my baby sister, I barely noticed that she’d grown up, but by golly, had she ever. She had a baby of her own now, and a very soon-to-be husband, and she looked radiant, glowing with the love she reflected. Confident, but still holding my hand, Jonna went to meet her destiny. “You got this,” I whispered. She was shaking with excitement, and probably a bit of nerves. It was a big step, to be sure, but I had her back, and I knew she was ready. The music started up, and I walked a few paces ahead of her, keeping well apace, until I was up at the altar. After a few more moments, along with some “oohs” and “aahs” from the crowd, she was safely beside her man. There was a pang in my chest. We didn’t see each other every day or anything, but it was going to be even less after she was married. It was time for me to try and let go as well. That was just the way things were— everyone had to grow up and find their own path. And at least she was in good hands. Despite my initial misgivings, Seth turned out to be a wonderful guy. Definitely very unlike the majority of the heavy metal types he surrounded himself with, all long hair and attitude. He had been in a band once too, of course, but had left that behind years ago. If anything, he was a businessman in his adulthood. Even our Mom and Dad approved of him, despite the age difference between him and Jonna. I stuck to the sidelines during the reception. Mom and Dad were mingling, and I wanted to leave Jonna and Seth to themselves and little Casey. They really were a beautiful little family. The raging monster of envy raised its ugly head inside me, only to be pounded back down again with the mighty hammer of maturity. It was fine; I was used to being alone. My last relationship had been months before, and had ended in spectacular fashion. As much as my heart, as well as other parts, drew me to it, I was not looking for love. I will never love a man, because love and pain go hand in hand. I shook my head to excise the Laura Marling song lyrics from it, and drained a flute of champagne, looking
