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.

starting to blur, whether from tears or

help but think that, when I went to bring him the umbrella,

me.

minutes later, I emerged from

his laptop open on the coffee table. A

said without looking up. "It'll help prevent

armchair across from him, wrapping my fingers around the warm

with the steam - he'd remembered my preferred tea

to speak, though I wasn't sure what

could decide, Sean closed his laptop and moved to stand in

tense. "I asked you to bring the umbrella,

to let him know how hurt I was. But

a pregnant woman who didn't have

him about the pregnancy. And

around my waist. His hot breath brushed against my

muscles of his chest pressed against

he murmured, his

to meet his stare. But then, he

I could react, his lips

kiss caught me completely off

not in the

pissed," he murmured, tugging it loose despite my weak grip.

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

me make it up to

but my voice wavered as his hands found my waist, warm and unyielding, sliding down the curve of my

my resolve crumbling as he pressed me back

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

into him as he parted my thighs with

as I felt him nudge closer, the tip of him

of the haze, leaving me trembling

from a dream,

once more.

rest," he said,

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

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

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

is declining, and she needs to know the family