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 or

the umbrella, Christina was probably upstairs, watching me through the floor-to-ceiling

me.

minutes later, I emerged from the bathroom

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

without looking up. "It'll help prevent

armchair across from him, wrapping my fingers around the

scent of ginger rose with the steam - he'd remembered

I wasn't

Sean closed his laptop and moved to stand in

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

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

pregnant woman who didn't have one.

the pregnancy. And now, with Christina back, everything was more complicated

wrapping his arms around my waist. His hot breath brushed against my face, and

the hard muscles of his chest pressed against me, and the

murmured, his eyes locked

unable to meet his stare. But then,

his lips

caught me completely off

I'm not in

you're pissed," he murmured, tugging it loose despite my weak grip. It

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

me make it

my waist, warm and unyielding, sliding down the curve of my

half-hearted, my resolve crumbling as he

into mine, hot and insistent, tasting of

as he parted my thighs with his knee. His hardness pressed against me,

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

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

as if waking from a dream, his expression

once more.

and get some rest," he said, already turning

leaned against the railing, listening to Sean's voice drift through the

nothing like the clipped businesslike manner he typically

ago, when my family's investment bank was collapsing and Sean had appeared in my office

needs to know the family legacy