Broke Boys Ruin Christmas: All I Want for Christmas Is to Be His 5th Baby Mama

YAZMYN I thought it was just a holiday job. Dress like an elf. Flash a smile. Survive until payday. Then he walked in. Rich. Rude. Ridiculous in a custom coat and carrying the kind of daughter who called me “help” with a straight face. He handed me his black card and looked at me like he already owned the space between my legs. Next thing I knew, I was riding him on a table at Christmas dinner. Now I’m pregnant. Possibly again. And definitely in over my head. I should’ve run. Instead, I let him breed me like I was born for it.

HIM She was supposed to be a distraction. A filthy little gift in red fishnets, just to get me through the holidays without choking one of my exes. But Yazmyn didn't just spread her legs, she submitted with her soul. I’ve got four kids, four baby mamas, and a reputation no amount of money can clean. I didn’t need a fifth. Until I saw her. Now I want everything. Her body. Her loyalty. Her womb. I’ll cut off anyone who touches her. Even family.

MAMA NUMBER TWO I carried his son. I bled for that man. And this bitch walks in with her gloss and her baby voice and suddenly she’s his wife? He used to worship me. Now he only looks at her. She thinks this is a fairytale. She has no idea what she’s gotten herself into. And I’ll be damned if I let her win without drawing blood.