The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 110

Chapter 110: Sexual Harassment?

Sean POV

Pain throbbed behind my eyelids, a relentless hammer pounding against my skull.

Glancing around, I realized I was in what appeared to be the presidential suite at The Plaza. How I'd gotten here remained a mystery-another blank space in my memory.

Fragments of memories flickered like broken film: the charity auction, leaving abruptly, heading to The Rain-that upscale bar I'd been frequenting lately.

I remembered ordering whiskey after whiskey, letting the amber liquid burn away thoughts that had haunted me for five years.

Then... a face. Her face.

I bolted upright. Had I really seen Angela last night, or was it just another phantom conjured by too much alcohol?

A persistent knocking pulled me from my thoughts. I ignored it, hoping whoever

was

disturbing me would eventually give up. But the knocking continued, growing

more

insistent with each passing minute.

"Damn it," I muttered, forcing myself to stand.

I yanked it open, ready to dismiss whoever stood on the other side. A woman- attractive,

stylish, vaguely familiar-stood there, her expression lighting up when she saw

me.

"Mr. Shaw! You're awake!" Her voice was too bright, too cheerful for my current

state.

"What?" The single word fell from my lips like ice.

She faltered slightly but maintained her smile. "May I come in? I'd like to speak with you."

"Say what you need to right here. One minute." I leaned against the doorframe, not bothering to hide my impatience.

"I'm Olivia Harrison," she began. "I helped you last night when you were... indisposed. My friend Angela and I brought you-"

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I interrupted, suddenly alert despite my hangover. "Angela

clearly surprised by my

I said,

inside, I maintained a careful distance, struggling to

now

Angela?" Olivia asked, curiosity evident in her

steadying breath. "We've met. Years ago." The understatement

said she was with you last

you rather...

back in New York. And

for any inconvenience," I said, my voice carefully controlled. "I'd like to thank her personally for her assistance.

right now," Olivia offered, already reaching for her

quickly dressed. After five years of wondering, of searching,

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waited near the concierge desk as Olivia spoke on the phone.

occasional glances in my direction told me she was discussing me

Angela.

returned, her expression was

odd," she said. "Angela claims she doesn't

course, I know that must have been

misunderstanding."

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course she'd deny knowing me. What had I

Sexual Harassing?

must have forgotten," I said smoothly. "It was a brief business meeting, years ago. How is she? I hope my behavior last night didn't

back to New York from Italy last

accelerated. Five years in Italy-exactly how long she'd been gone

people," I remarked casually. "Though I've

you to her now. She's staying with

had called,

faster than the vehicle cutting through Central

I say when I

shaved this morning-would I

breaking into my thoughts, her voice

card from my wallet and handed it to her. "This is my assistant Thomas's contact information. I rarely answer my

anyway. "And what business

of interest in her voice-one I'd heard countless times from women at charity galas and