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 tears

but think that, when I went to bring him the umbrella, Christina was probably upstairs, watching me through the floor-to-ceiling windows,

me.

from the bathroom wearing dry

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

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

across from him, wrapping my

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

I wasn't sure what I planned

I could decide, Sean closed his laptop and

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

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

gave the umbrella to a pregnant woman

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

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

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

murmured, his eyes

unable to meet his stare.

react, his

caught me

in the

know you're pissed," he murmured, tugging it

heavy under his gaze, the

me make it up to

but my voice wavered as his hands found my waist, warm and unyielding,

half-hearted, my resolve crumbling as he pressed me

mine, 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 against me, teasing the wet heat aching for

him nudge

of the haze,

waking from

once more.

rest," he said, already turning away, phone in

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

of course I'll stay." His tone was gentle, nothing like the clipped

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 legacy is secure. You need