After Divorce Billionaire Ex Found Me Pregnant

Not like he was planning to "Sure." He nodded and watched as she walked up to the front porch of her house, but instead of going inside, she began patting her body down and looking around like she had lost something. He didn't have to wait long before he heard a frustrated cry and he laughed, rolling down his window and calling out to her.

"Forget something?"

She spun around, eyes narrowed at him. "Fuck off!"

"Language, Anastasia! And here I thought you were a sweet lady." He Isked.

She scowled, not having a clue on why she wasn't with her house keys. Until it clicked. It must have dropped from her purse when she staggered into the road. Meaning there was a fifty-fifty chance that it was still on the road.

"Shit," She muttered, running her hand through her hair as the realization that she was now locked out of her own home, finally dawned on her.

"What's wrong this time?" Lloyd questioned her expression yet again, watching as she chewed on her lower lip before reluctantly

answering

"I think I misplaced my house keys"

"Welcome to my humble apartment." Lloyd expressed as he turned the keys to his penthouse and they stepped in.

Anastasia had tried getting a hold of a locksmith, but the man, Larry as they all called him, told her he was too busy for today and if he was to get anything done, it would be early tomorrow morning. Then she tried calling Leonica, but apparently, her friend was too busy with her new lover and son and couldn't take the call. No offense taken. Then she had thought of calling her mother, but that was out of the question, considering the fact that she was more likely to scold her the entire night for misplacing her keys, rather than actually give her a place to stay. So it had been either this or finding a hotel, and the latter was a much better option for her until she weighted the safety options. She was rich and all, and her money could get her the best rooms in any hotel she pleased, but a simple door lock couldn't keep Derek away. So right now, if she wasn't hallucinating the entire thing of seeing him and being pushed, her best option was to be around someone, and if that person was Lloyd fucking Riley, then she'd swallow that bitter pill for her safety.

Stepping further into the penthouse, she took in her surrounding, a little surprised at how neat it was, but then she reminded herself that Lloyd wasn't the type to have a messy place. Seeing as the man had too many women coming in and out of his apartment, no doubt he had to keep a clean space.

"You can have the room down the hall, make yourself at home." He said and she nodded her head.

"Thanks."

towards the direction of the room. As she reached it, she found that the door was slightly ajar and when she pushed the door open, the first thing she noticed was the huge bed, then the TV, then the walk in closet and lastly, the glass

at the foot of the bed. Walking over to the bed, she sat down, letting out a content sigh at how soft it was. The adrenaline from earlier finally having left her, so she took off her shoes, placing them neatly at the side of the bed and got in, pulling the covers over her body as she did so. But even though she closed her eyes, sleep didn't come. Her mind kept on replaying the scene from the coffee shop. The way her heart had been

thought had her frowning and she flipped over to her side, trying to push the thoughts of him and what had

to think about it, the more the images kept

decided that maybe if she had a few more glasses of water and perhaps a cup of

with a grunt, she pulled herself up from the bed, putting her shoes back on and

out and would probably return sometime late. So when he navigated her way into the kitchen to find him seated by the island she received another

glass of whiskey he had been staring into, meeting her gaze. "You're cursing a lot today, aren't you? "Who's to blame?" She said while walking towards the fridge. She fetched herself a bottle of water, but even after drinking that, she didn't feel better. And then her eyes landed on the glass in Lloyd's hand. "Can I have some of that?" She asked, know it was the temporally solution to her

She took the hint and took the seat beside him, cradling the whiskey in her fingers before she took a sip from it. "Can I ask?" Lloyd began, taking a sip from his drink and turning

her glass at his question. "It's because of my ex

sip from his drink, feeling somewhat baffled at the word 'ex

about him?"

hesitated before answering. "I

Lloyd froze up. "What?"

stalking me. Text messages, calls," She paused, recalling what she had seen in the café. "I

the cafe."

to be alarmed

do." She said, taking a sip from the drink as well, hoping it would help loosen her tongue a bit. "Fuck, I shouldn't have

police?" He asked, watching her as she shook her head, taking another long sip from her glass. "Why not?" Her hand tightening around her glass told

the effect of the alcohol on her brain and body, and somehow, it was relaxing. "I don't want her

confused look on her face, like she didn't know why either. He had to chuckle. "I'll let you in on a secret," He started and leaned in, close, very close. "The moment

Was that actually meant to be a secret? His expression showed that he was being honest. When she shook her head and turned away, she heard him chuckle, the alcohol in her system making it sound

She stated, looking back at him and raising her glass in a toast. "And so am I. We'll pretend we didn't have this conversation tomorrow, alright?"

on the island, her hand still around it and a satisfied smile on her face. He could tell the alcohol had finally loosened her tongue and relaxed her nerves. That was a good thing,