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 water damage, I

I went to bring him the umbrella, Christina was probably

me.

I emerged from

the living room, his laptop open on the

said without looking up. "It'll help

I settled into the armchair across from him,

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

my mouth to speak, though I

his laptop and

to bring the umbrella, but I didn't go down

yes. I wanted to shout at him, to let him know how hurt I was. But in the end, I just pretended like

umbrella to a pregnant woman who didn't have

was a lie. I didn't tell him about the pregnancy. And now, with Christina back,

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

muscles of his chest pressed against me, and the

his

meet his

could react, his lips were on

caught me completely

I'm not in the mood,

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

prickling, my breasts heavy under his gaze, the soft patch between my thighs

me make it

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

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

into mine, hot and insistent, tasting

arching into him as he parted my thighs with his knee. His hardness pressed

I felt him nudge closer, the tip of him brushing

out of the haze, leaving me trembling and furious all

from

once more.

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

night air on the terrace was cool against my skin as I leaned against the railing,

His tone was gentle, nothing like the clipped businesslike manner

similar gentleness two years ago, when my family's investment bank

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