The Secret Pregnancy of the Billionaire's Ex-Wife

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.

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

race and bolted.

room. She didn't notice

snap.

are you doing?" Her voice was sharp,

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closed the distance until she was backed against the

memories, and it hit me

years, Angela," I said, my voice low and jagged

warning,

her palms flat against my chest, but it was

hand slid up her

breath catching, and I couldn't stop myself. I lifted her shirt, my fingers sliding under the fabric and pulling it

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

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

her words did.

between hers, feeling the heat

to stop," I growled, my hand cupping her bare breast, thumb grazing her nipple until it stiffened under my

me to rot."

wall, a shaky exhale

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watching her fight the shiver running through

inside, past the waistband of her underwear. She was already wet-slick and hot against

me

deliberate, feeling her clench around me as

possessiveness I couldn't rein in. "You don't get to disappear and act like this doesn't

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

I couldn't wait anymore.

spun her around, shoving her jeans and underwear down to her thighs. My cock

pushed inside her with one hard thrust. She gasped, her hands braced against

me

against her neck as I started moving, deep

responded despite herself-her back arched, her walls pulsed around me-and it fueled the fire in