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."

do with her!" Angela's voice rose. "The great Christina Jordan, who saved your life, who holds

ring cut through her words.

fight draining from her voice.

I could stop her, leaving me alone with the echo

voice came through the speaker, warm and familiar. "I hope I'm not

conversation and not on the phantom sensation

"What do you need?"

discuss the potential partnership between

- this would be more than a business meeting. Two years ago, I would have welcomed it. Now, something held me

the proposal to my office," I said, keeping

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

I finally gave in to Christina's

out to Angela.

Only silence answered me.

dining room was as elegant as ever, but I

Chanel, yet all I could think about was how pale and tired Angela had

should end our marriage as planned, but the thought of hurting Angela bothered me more than it should. Our marriage might have been arranged, but I'd always considered

to the present. "You seem

me home!" Christina suggested after

the car, then moved to my

this would have been enough to ignite desire. Now, it

keeping my eyes on the

my tone

"Better."

are you

this... arrangement.

I'd said to Angela days ago, yet somehow they

"My grandmother's surgery-"

there's no reason to maintain this charade. Unless..." She leaned forward, her perfume washing over