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.

whether from

went to bring him the umbrella, Christina was probably upstairs, watching me through the floor-to-ceiling windows,

me.

I emerged from the bathroom

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

said without looking up.

across from him, wrapping my

steam - he'd remembered my preferred tea for

my mouth to speak, though I wasn't sure

Sean closed his laptop and moved to stand

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

to let him know how

"I gave the umbrella to a pregnant woman who didn't have one. She needed

the pregnancy.

brushed against my face, and I realized I was only wearing a

the hard muscles of his chest pressed against me,

he murmured, his eyes

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

his lips were on

me completely off

not in the

tugging it loose despite

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

me make it up

his hands found my waist, warm and

crumbling as he pressed me back against

hot and insistent, tasting

fight it, but my body betrayed me, arching into him as he parted my thighs with his knee. His hardness pressed

even as I felt him

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

waking from a dream, his expression

once more.

some rest," he said, already

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

His tone was gentle, nothing like the clipped businesslike manner he typically used. "Don't worry about it. Get some

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

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