The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 8

Chapter 8: Give Her The Medicine Mouth-to-Mouth

Sean POV

The defiance in her eyes challenged me, pushed at something primal and possessive I hadn't known existed.

Before I could think better of it, I popped one of the pills into my mouth and pressed my lips to hers.

The kiss was meant to be functional - a way to force her to take the medication she needed.

But the moment our lips touched, something shifted. Her gasp of surprise parted her lips, and suddenly I was drowning in the taste of her, in the soft warmth of her mouth against mine.

For a heartbeat that seemed to stretch into eternity, we stood frozen in that moment of unexpected intimacy.

Then her hands came up hard against my chest, shoving me backward with surprising strength.

The crack of her palm against my cheek echoed in the bathroom's confined space.

"How dare you?" Her voice shook with fury. "You decide we should get divorced, and then you pull something like this?"

The sting of her slap was nothing compared to the fire in her eyes. This wasn't the carefully controlled Angela I'd known for two years. This was something else entirely - raw and real and somehow more compelling than I wanted to admit.

"You needed to take the medicine," I said, the excuse sounding weak even to my

own ears.

"Don't." She backed away, putting space between us. "Don't pretend this is about my health. You've made your choice clear. Christina's back, the arrangement is ending – fine. But you don't get to play with me like this."

"Is that what you think I'm doing?"

"What else would you call it?" Her laugh was brittle. "Making me take medicine like a child while you plan your future with another woman?"

The mention of Christina sent an unexpected wave of irritation through me. “This has nothing to do with her."

great Christina Jordan, who saved your life, who holds your

cut through her words.

Angela said, the fight draining from her voice. "Your soulmate's

stop her, leaving me alone with the echo of her words and the lingering taste of

the speaker, warm and familiar. "I hope I'm

trying to focus on the conversation and not on the phantom sensation of Angela's mouth against

"What do you need?"

to discuss the potential partnership

than a business meeting. Two years

I said, keeping my voice professionally neutral. "We can

tone she'd always used to get her way. "We both know this conversation would

I finally gave in to Christina's

called out to Angela.

Only silence answered me.

Seasons' private dining room was as elegant as ever, but

in white Chanel, yet all I

marriage as planned, but the thought of hurting Angela bothered me more than it should.

me back to the present. "You seem

take me home!"

thigh as soon as we were in the car, then moved to

have been enough to ignite desire. Now, it felt

my eyes on the road. "It's dangerous

tone made

"Better."

She paused. "When are you filing

trapped in this... arrangement. Especially now that I'm back. We both know it's

to Angela days ago, yet somehow they felt different coming

"My grandmother's surgery-"

this charade. Unless..." She leaned forward, her perfume