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.

from tears or water damage, I

couldn't help but think that, when I went to bring him the umbrella, Christina was probably upstairs,

me.

emerged from the bathroom wearing

the living room, his laptop open on the coffee table. A steaming cup

this," he said without looking up. "It'll help

the armchair across from him, wrapping my fingers

familiar scent of ginger rose with the steam - he'd remembered my preferred tea for

my mouth to speak, though I wasn't sure what I planned

laptop and

asked, his voice tense. "I asked you to bring the umbrella, but I didn't go down to see

wanted to scream yes. I wanted to shout at him, to let him know how hurt I

said calmly. "I gave the umbrella to a pregnant woman who didn't have

didn't tell him about the pregnancy. And

his arms around my waist. His hot breath brushed

the hard muscles of his chest

his eyes locked onto

unable to meet his stare.

could react, his lips were on

kiss caught me

not in the

he murmured, tugging it loose despite my weak grip. It

my breasts heavy under his gaze, the soft patch

make it

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 resolve crumbling as he pressed me

mine, hot and insistent, tasting

as he parted my thighs with his knee. His

breathed, even as I felt him

insistent-snapping us out of the haze, leaving

pulled back as if waking from a dream, his expression shuttering

once more.

get some rest," he said, already turning away, phone in

cool against my skin as I leaned against the

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

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

romance. "My grandmother's health is declining, and she needs to know the family legacy is secure. You need financial stability and social protection. It's a sensible