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.

words were starting to blur, whether from

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

me.

emerged from the

the living room, his laptop open on the

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

into the armchair across from him, wrapping

of ginger rose with the steam -

speak, though I wasn't

could decide, Sean closed his laptop and moved

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

to scream yes. I wanted to shout at him, to let him know how hurt I was. But in the end, I just pretended like

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

pregnancy.

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

the hard muscles of his chest pressed against me, and the

he murmured, his

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

I could react, his

kiss caught me completely off

I'm not in the

pissed," he murmured, tugging it loose

skin prickling, my breasts heavy under his gaze, the soft patch between my thighs suddenly

it up to

I snapped, but my voice wavered as his hands found my waist, warm and unyielding, sliding down the curve of my spine to cup

resolve crumbling as he pressed me back against

hot and insistent, tasting of scotch and unspoken

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

breathed, even as I felt him nudge closer, the

the haze, leaving me trembling and furious all over

waking from a dream, his

once more.

get some rest," he

against my skin as I leaned against the railing,

His tone was gentle, nothing like the clipped businesslike manner he typically used.

my eyes, remembering a similar gentleness two years ago, when my family's investment bank was collapsing and Sean had appeared

and she needs to know the