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.

were starting to blur, whether from tears or

him the umbrella, Christina was probably

me.

I emerged from the bathroom

the living room, his laptop open on the coffee table. A steaming cup of tea waited beside

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

settled into the armchair across from him, wrapping my

ginger rose with the steam - he'd remembered my preferred

though I wasn't sure what

could decide, Sean closed his laptop

you to bring the umbrella,

at him, to let him know how hurt I was. But in

a pregnant woman who didn't have one. She needed it more than I

didn't tell him about the pregnancy. And now, with Christina back,

his arms around my waist. His hot breath brushed against my

of his chest

his eyes locked

gaze, unable to meet his stare. But then, he lifted my chin,

I could react, his lips

caught me

not in the

pissed," he murmured, tugging it loose

the floor, leaving me bare-my skin prickling, my breasts heavy under his gaze, the soft patch between my

me make it

hands found my waist, warm and unyielding, sliding down

half-hearted, my resolve crumbling as he pressed me back

lips crashed into mine, hot and insistent, tasting of scotch and unspoken

my body betrayed me, arching into him as he parted my

breathed, even as I felt him nudge closer, the tip of him brushing my

phone rang-sharp, insistent-snapping us out of the haze, leaving me trembling and furious all

as if waking from a

once more.

the tea and get some rest," he said, already turning

on the terrace was cool against my skin as I leaned against the railing, listening to Sean's voice drift through the partially open door

the clipped businesslike manner he typically used. "Don't worry about it.

family's investment bank was collapsing and

health is declining, and she needs to know the family legacy is secure. You need financial stability and