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.

long. After a few minutes of Tristan's chatter about her startup- some tech thing I didn't care

race and bolted.

room. She didn't

snap.

you doing?" Her voice was sharp, edged with panic as she spun

1. me.

closed the distance until she was backed against

and it hit me like a

voice low and jagged with everything I'd held in. "You

No warning, no goodbye.

at me, her palms flat against my

up her side, brushing the swell of her breast

myself. I lifted her shirt, my fingers sliding under the fabric

bra with a quick twist, her breasts

voice wavered, and her body

her words did.

nudging between hers, feeling

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

me to rot."

back against the wall, a shaky exhale slipping out as

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fingers, harder now, watching her fight

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

to me like

deep and deliberate, feeling

voice thick with a possessiveness I couldn't rein in. "You don't get to disappear

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

I couldn't wait anymore.

down to her thighs. My

thrust. She gasped, her hands braced against the wall, and I

fit me like she'd

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

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

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