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.

were starting to blur, whether from tears or water damage, I couldn't

went to bring him the umbrella, Christina was probably upstairs,

me.

minutes later, I emerged from the

the living room, his laptop open on the coffee table.

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

I settled into the armchair across from him, wrapping

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

speak, though I wasn't sure what I planned

closed his laptop and moved to stand in front

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

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

gave the umbrella to a pregnant woman who

him about the pregnancy. And now, with Christina back,

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

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

he murmured, his eyes

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

react, his lips were

caught me completely

in the mood,

he murmured, tugging it loose despite my

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

make it

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

half-hearted, my resolve crumbling

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

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 the

I breathed, even as I felt him nudge closer, the tip of him

insistent-snapping us out of the haze, leaving me

back as if waking from

once more.

and get some rest," he said, already

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

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

a similar gentleness two years ago, when my family's investment bank was

grandmother's health is declining, and she needs to know the family legacy is secure. You need financial stability and social