The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Get Out of My Clothes Or Get Out Of My Room?

Angela POV

"Whatever it is, it can wait until you're not at risk of pneumonia.”

I stopped talking and stopped resisting, just lying quietly in his arms.

Just like the two girls at the club said, Sean was unbelievably handsome-strong, sexy, and easy to fall for.

With his dark, wavy hair, olive-green eyes, and that classic Italian look, it was hard not to be drawn to him. His family had come to America from Italy generations ago.

Who wouldn't be captivated by him? Some of the younger women at the company even joined just because of him.

When Sean carried me into the bathroom, he immediately went to turn on the hot water. The steam began to fill the room, curling around us like a thick, warm mist.

As I started to unbutton my shirt, I noticed he was still standing there, watching

me.

I paused, the soft sound of the water filling the silence between us.

"Can you... can you leave?"

He didn't move. Instead, he leaned casually against the doorframe, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Get out of my clothes or get out of my room?"

Heat rushed to my face.

"That's not funny!"

I pushed him out of the room, shutting the door behind him with a force I hadn't intended.

What the hell was he doing? A low laugh escaped my lips, cold and bitter.

Just hours ago, he'd been with Christina at the club. And now, here he was, flirting with me like nothing had happened.

What was I to him? A backup? A distraction? Something to pass the time with?

The pregnancy report was still in my blazer pocket, now wrinkled and damp. I pulled it out carefully, the paper threatening to tear under my shaking fingers.

Six weeks.

to blur, whether from tears

but think that, when I went to bring him the umbrella, Christina was probably upstairs, watching me through the floor-to-ceiling windows, laughing

me.

emerged from the

laptop open on the coffee table. A steaming cup

looking up. "It'll

armchair across from

rose with the steam - he'd remembered my preferred tea for warding off

speak, though I

laptop and moved to stand in front of

to bring the umbrella, but I didn't

to let him know how hurt I was. But in the end, I just pretended

said calmly. "I gave the umbrella to a pregnant woman

the pregnancy. And now, with Christina back, everything

waist. His hot breath brushed against my face, and I realized I was only wearing a

I could feel the hard muscles of

he murmured, his

to meet his stare. But then,

could react, his lips were

me

in

know you're pissed," he murmured, tugging it loose despite my weak

under his gaze, the soft patch between my thighs suddenly

make it up

I said no," I snapped, but my voice wavered as his hands found my waist, warm and unyielding, sliding down the curve of my spine to cup my

chest, half-hearted, my resolve crumbling

mine, hot and insistent,

into him as he parted my thighs with his knee. His hardness pressed against me, teasing the wet heat aching

an asshole," I breathed, even as I felt him nudge closer, the tip of him brushing

the haze, leaving me trembling and furious all over

back as if waking from a dream, his expression shuttering

once more.

he

the terrace was cool against my skin as I leaned against the

gentle, nothing like the clipped businesslike manner he typically used. "Don't worry about

remembering a similar gentleness two years ago, when my family's investment bank was collapsing and Sean had

no preamble, no romance. "My grandmother's health is declining, and she needs to know the family legacy is secure. You need