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.

from tears or water damage, I

him the umbrella, Christina was probably

me.

emerged from the bathroom wearing dry

living room, his laptop open on the

without looking

settled into the armchair across from him, wrapping my fingers

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

mouth to speak, though I wasn't sure what I

closed his laptop and moved to stand

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

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

woman who didn't have

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

waist. His hot breath brushed against my

the fabric, I could feel the hard muscles of his chest pressed against me,

murmured, his

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

his lips

caught me completely off

in the mood,

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

under

it up to

I snapped, but my voice wavered as his hands found my waist, warm

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

hot and

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

felt him nudge closer,

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

if waking from a dream, his expression

once more.

and get some rest," he said,

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

like the clipped businesslike manner he typically used. "Don't

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

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