Page 25 of Cinderella's Fling with the Off-Limits Billionaire

“Pregnant,” he said quietly.

She nodded. “But no way would I stay with him. I recognized that his behaviour was bad. It was awful enough to know that I’d lived with that myself, but there was no way I was going to let a child be treated like that by him or to see me being treated like that. So I left.”

“And now?”

“I see him once a month, when he comes to pick up our daughter.” She shuddered.

“Daughter? Wait a second. You had the baby?”

She glanced back at him. “Oh, sorry. I guess that wasn’t clear. Yeah, I had the baby.”

“You’re a mother?”

She lifted one brow. “What? You seem shocked.”

“I’m surprised,” he admitted.

“Why? Am I not giving off maternal vibes?” She replied, with a lift of one brow.

He held up one hand in a gesture of apology. “I only meant that you’re young.”

“Yeah. I would never have planned to fall pregnant at twenty two,” she said. “But here we are. So, I live with my parents while I pay off the hospital bills from Harper’s birth and try to save a bit of a nest egg to restart my life and take care of her future. My parents have been really generous, and I couldn’t hold down a job like this without them, because they mind her every night, while I’m at work.”

He let out a low whistle. “I had no idea.”

“Why would you?”

“It just seems like an important thing to know about the person you’re sleeping with.”

“But we’re only sleeping together for the next week or so,” she reminded him. “And we agreed not to do the whole life story thing.”

“Yet you did.”

“You’re easy to talk to,” she admitted. “I didn’t plan on coming here and spilling the tea.”

“I’m glad you did… spill the tea,” he repeated a little confusedly.

“Harper is my daughter,” Skye’s face unknowingly beamed with pride. “She’s amazing.” She reached for her wine and took another sip. “You don’t have any children?”

He swore in Italian, then shook his head. “Absolutely not.”

“Ever been married? In a serious relationship?”

“No and no.”

“Really?”

“You think that’s unusual?”

“Well, you’re not that young,” she volleyed back, earning a playful flick of water from him. “And you have a lot of charm and skill in the bedroom,” she cleared her throat. “Yeah, I’m surprised.”

“I’ve dated,” he said. “Some women for longer than others. But I’ve never met anyone I couldn’t live without.”

She frowned. “Maybe you’re just not meeting the right women?”

“I have never been into the whole fidelity until death do us part thing. It doesn’t make sense to me. Life is too short, and the pleasure of this too great. I like sex, I like women, I like different women, different sex.” He sipped his own drink. “What? Does that make me a chauvinist?”

“I’m trying to decide. Right now, I kind of think maybe it does.”

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