The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

Chapter 117

Chapter 116

Chapter 116: Prove She Was Still Mine

Sean's POV

For two weeks, I hunted for her, tearing through every lead I could scrape together. Old friends, her favorite coffee shop, anywhere she might've left a trace.

Nothing.

Desperate, I even called Christopher, choking on the suspicion that she'd run to him, that they were together now.

The thought burned like acid, but he stonewalled me. "I don't know where she is," he said, flat and final, before cutting the line. I didn't know if he was lying, but it didn't matter-l

was still nowhere.

Then last night Tristan hit me up about some racetrack outing.

"Got a meeting with this woman-stunning, brilliant. She's launching a company, and I might invest. Come check it out." Tristan said excitedly over the phone.

I wasn't in the mood for his conquest stories.

"Not interested in your women, Tris," I said, "but I'll hear the pitch. Need something to

do."

He laughed, carefree as ever, and I figured a day out might dull the edge of my obsession.

I never saw it coming.

We got to the racetrack, the air thick with dust and horse sweat, and Tristan dragged me over to meet his "stunning founder."

There she was-Angela. My Angela.

She wore a fitted jacket and jeans that clung to her like a second skin, her dark hair glinting in the sun. When she turned and saw me, her face went pale, her mouth dropping open in shock.

It was almost satisfying, watching her squirm. Five years of nothing, and now she couldn't

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hide from me.

After a few minutes of Tristan's chatter about her startup- some tech thing

race and bolted.

her to the changing room. She didn't notice me until I slipped in behind her and locked the door with a

snap.

Her voice was sharp, edged with panic as

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closed the distance until she was backed against the wall.

and it hit me like

low and jagged with everything I'd

warning, no goodbye. Just

palms flat against my chest, but it

died as my hand slid up her side,

I lifted her shirt, my fingers sliding under the fabric and pulling

a quick twist, her breasts spilled free-full, perfect, the way I'd dreamed of them

hissed, but her voice wavered, and her body didn't fight

her words did.

my thigh nudging between hers, feeling

thumb grazing her nipple until it stiffened under

me to rot."

against the wall, a shaky exhale slipping out as I

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my fingers, harder now, watching her fight the shiver running

diving inside, past the waistband of her underwear. She was already wet-slick and hot against my fingers-and it drove me

me

deliberate, feeling her

with a possessiveness I couldn't rein in.

grabbed my wrist, trying to pull me away. I thrust my fingers deeper, curling them, and she bit her lip hard, a muffled whimper

I couldn't wait anymore.

jeans and underwear down to her thighs. My cock sprang free, throbbing

inside her with one hard thrust. She gasped, her hands braced against the wall, and I groaned at how tight

me like she'd never

muttered, my breath hot against her neck as I started moving,

arched, her walls pulsed around me-and it fueled the fire in my

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