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

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

me.

emerged from the bathroom wearing

the coffee table. A steaming cup

said without looking up. "It'll help prevent a

settled into the armchair across from him,

- he'd remembered my preferred tea for warding off

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

closed his laptop and moved to

tense. "I asked you to bring the umbrella, but I didn't

to shout at him, to let him know how hurt I was. But in

gave the umbrella to a pregnant woman who

I didn't tell him about the pregnancy. And now, with Christina back, everything was more complicated than

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

feel the hard muscles of his chest pressed against me,

he murmured, his

lowered my gaze, unable to meet his stare.

react, his lips were

me completely

not in the mood,

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

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

it up

said no," I snapped, but my voice wavered as his hands found my waist, warm and unyielding, sliding down

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

lips crashed into mine, hot and insistent, tasting of

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

an asshole," I breathed, even as I felt him nudge

of the haze,

as if waking from a dream, his expression shuttering

once more.

and get some rest," he said, already turning

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

gentle, nothing like the clipped businesslike

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

grandmother's health is declining, and she needs to know the