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."

slightly ajar and when she pushed the door open, the first thing she noticed was the huge bed, then

sheets and pillows, the walk in closet was empty, giving it an elegant look, and the floor was wooden, with a single fluffy carpet placed right 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

side, trying

think about it, the more the images kept on

ceiling. She sighed out and decided that maybe if she had a few

herself up from the bed, putting her shoes back on and walking out of

that he had gone out and would probably return sometime late. So when he navigated her way into the kitchen

to blame?" She said while walking towards the fridge. She fetched herself a bottle of water, but even after drinking that, she didn't

the open space beside him. 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 to look at her. "Both today and the

stared hard at her glass at his question. "It's because

his head and took a long sip from his

about him?"

answering. "I think

Lloyd froze up. "What?"

She paused, recalling what she had

the cafe."

be alarmed over? Is he

man should 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 answered that damn message." She mumbled,

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

and body, and somehow, it was relaxing.

like she didn't know why either. He had to chuckle. "I'll let you in on a secret," He started and leaned in,

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 far too

stated, looking back at him and raising her glass in a toast. "And so am I.

watched her as she placed the empty glass back 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