My Undercover Lover’s Secret Seed - Chapter 2: Chapter 2
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Ten years of marriage, and still no baby. My husband never said a word about it—never pressured me—but as the CEO of a billion-dollar pharmaceutical empire, his lack of an heir was starting to fuel gossip. The whispers were getting louder.
So I took matters into my own hands.
I ordered a bottle of pills online.
It wasn't just for me. I wanted a child—needed one. And if we waited any longer, my husband might not even be capable of fathering one.
Besides… let's just say his stamina wasn't what it used to be.
The pills arrived discreetly. I scanned the instructions: One pill restores vitality. Two make you unstoppable. Safe. No effect on fertility.
Good enough for me.
That evening, after the housekeeper left, I crushed two pills into his favorite drink.
Then, in a last-minute burst of determination, I rushed to a boutique and grabbed a set of La Perla lingerie.
That's when I ran into him.
Lucas Roland—our neighborhood's resident oddball. I'd saved him from a car accident two years ago, and ever since, he'd been lurking around like a lost puppy.
Today, he was shirtless, wearing nothing but a grimy tank top and shorts, his flip-flops smacking against the pavement as he loomed over a group of kids. His face lit up when he saw me.
"E-Emily…"
I tucked my shopping bag behind me. "What are you doing?"
He shoved something into my hand—small, round, and suspiciously familiar.
I recoiled. "What is this?"
Before I could toss it, he pressed a button. The damn thing buzzed in my palm.
My stomach dropped.
Oh my God. A vibrator.
I nearly screamed. Was it used? And here I was, standing outside a lingerie shop, holding some cheap sex toy like a damn fool. I tried to fling it away, but Lucas—clueless as ever—grabbed my wrist.
"Emily… n-not like?" He looked wounded.
"Th-this… from your car… I thought… yours."
His grip was rough, calloused from construction work. And despite his simple mind, he was all man—broad shoulders, thick arms, and a scent that made my head spin.
My legs wobbled. My gaze flickered down—then snapped back up when I saw the unmistakable bulge in his shorts.
I shoved the toy back at him and bolted.
So I took matters into my own hands.
I ordered a bottle of pills online.
It wasn't just for me. I wanted a child—needed one. And if we waited any longer, my husband might not even be capable of fathering one.
Besides… let's just say his stamina wasn't what it used to be.
The pills arrived discreetly. I scanned the instructions: One pill restores vitality. Two make you unstoppable. Safe. No effect on fertility.
Good enough for me.
That evening, after the housekeeper left, I crushed two pills into his favorite drink.
Then, in a last-minute burst of determination, I rushed to a boutique and grabbed a set of La Perla lingerie.
That's when I ran into him.
Lucas Roland—our neighborhood's resident oddball. I'd saved him from a car accident two years ago, and ever since, he'd been lurking around like a lost puppy.
Today, he was shirtless, wearing nothing but a grimy tank top and shorts, his flip-flops smacking against the pavement as he loomed over a group of kids. His face lit up when he saw me.
"E-Emily…"
I tucked my shopping bag behind me. "What are you doing?"
He shoved something into my hand—small, round, and suspiciously familiar.
I recoiled. "What is this?"
Before I could toss it, he pressed a button. The damn thing buzzed in my palm.
My stomach dropped.
Oh my God. A vibrator.
I nearly screamed. Was it used? And here I was, standing outside a lingerie shop, holding some cheap sex toy like a damn fool. I tried to fling it away, but Lucas—clueless as ever—grabbed my wrist.
"Emily… n-not like?" He looked wounded.
"Th-this… from your car… I thought… yours."
His grip was rough, calloused from construction work. And despite his simple mind, he was all man—broad shoulders, thick arms, and a scent that made my head spin.
My legs wobbled. My gaze flickered down—then snapped back up when I saw the unmistakable bulge in his shorts.
I shoved the toy back at him and bolted.
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