The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

e Left With His Baby The Billionaire’s Secret Scandal 35

Chapter 35: Are You Jealous?

Angela Pov

After dinner with Nathan, he drove me home. To avoid any tension between him and Sean, I didn't invite Nathan inside.

I walked through the door, but Sean wasn't anywhere to be found. I must still be with Christina, I thought. Or maybe he wouldn't be coming home tonight. Either way, I didn't feel like waiting around for him.

I pulled out my laptop and set it on the table, determined to finish up some work I needed to pass along to Emily

As soon as I opened the spreadsheet, the door clicked open, and I heard footsteps. Startled, I looked up and saw Sean standing in the doorway of our bedroom,

He was only wearing a towel, his chest bare, water dripping from his clamp hair onto his bronzed skin. A bead of water slid down his chest, catching the light as it moved lower, tracing the muscles in a way that almost hypnotized me.

I couldn't help but stare. It was impossible not to. He looked so effortlessly tempting, like something out of a dream. No wonder so many women at the office were drawn to him,

"What's the matter? Am I that good-looking?" he teased, a wicked smile tugging at his lips. "You look stunned."

"Who's

staring

at you! I snapped quickly, my face flushing, I tried to focus, but my heart was still racing. "Why didn't you krinck before coming in?"

He didn't even flinch, walking over casually. "This is our bedroom," he said with a shrug. "Why would I need to knock?" His eyes flicked to my laptop screen, and his lips curled into a mocking smile, "Isn't Nathan helping you? Why do you still need to bring work home?

I clenched my tooth, frustration rising. "I didn't finish it during the day, I muttered, trying to focus on my task.

do it tomorrow," Sean said, his

ignore. After his showers the scent of body wash lingered in the air, clean and fresh. Still, his expression was off-he was

upset that I had interrupted

in the

stepped in front of me, blocking my

"Was the time at

work?" he asked, his voice low and dangerous. "Or is

eyebrows, caught off guard. "What do

answer immediately. Instead, his gaze hardened. "How was

what was going on now. It wasn't about

about his

now, so I tried

1/2

Are

could get past, higrabbed my wrist and puffed

could protest, he pressed me down onto the bed, his grip tight

1 gasped, my

le pinned my

legs. His holy pressed against mine, and I could feel his warmth, the dampness of his skin clinging to me: I tried to pull away but

his voice dangerously calm. "You're going to knock off my

then-Sean was barely covered, his towel hanging by a

with

every movement

"Pervert!" I yelled.

the hard muscle of his arm, hoping to make