Page 24 of The Baby Contract With My Hot Billionaire Boss

“No,” I manage to get out, though there’s something about that searching look in her eye that says she’s not buying it. “I have to make a few phone calls. Let me know when the food gets here.”

With that I hurry out of the room and to my home office. But all I do is sink into the chair behind my desk and think harder about what’s happening here.

Am I really going to live with Emma from now on without taking her to my bed? What about after the baby is here? Is this the end of our sexual relationship? I really should have thought all this through before I drafted the contract, because now I’m wondering if this is a loophole that I never foresaw.

Emma seemed to enjoy our sexual relationship too though; certainly she kept coming back and the way she responded to me every time we were together …

As the days go by, however, it doesn’t ease my desire for her. Instead, it seems to make that desire even worse. Perhaps because it’s not actually getting any level of fulfillment.

We’ve fallen into a routine, however. We watch TV at night and I try desperately not to think about that body under whatever casual clothes she’s wearing. Because when I allow my mind to picture her naked, sprawled out on my bed, it only makes me crazy wanting her. And then I have to suffer through the rest of the evening and the night thinking about having her.

For her part, however, she seems to be doing just fine. Sitting there in the living room each night like nothing at all. Making it through her days at work just fine. Acting like everything is normal. And perhaps for her it is. Other than the being pregnant part, obviously.

“I went to my first appointment today,” she says one evening, staring at the book in her hands rather than at me.

“And?”

“Everything is fine. She says it’s too early to do much of anything other than a general checkup on me but she verified the pregnancy and she said that I seem to be in good health overall.”

“Good. That’s good.” I’m glad things are off to a good start. And hearing that the doctor has confirmed Emma is pregnant makes me feel even more relief.

“I don’t go back for a couple months. Then she’ll check things out again and we’ll be able to tell more about the baby.”

“You’ll let me know, right?”

“Of course, I’ll keep you posted on everything,” she agrees, still only shooting me a quick glance before she looks down again.

“Are you unhappy about the baby?” I ask and her gaze shoots up to me at that, eyes wide.

“No, of course not.”

“You seem … unhappy.”

“Oh. I’m not unhappy. I just … I’m trying to figure out how to tell a few people is all.”

“Who?”

“My mother and my sister.” She frowns at that and I wonder just what’s going on in her relationship with her family. Why doesn’t she want to tell them she’s pregnant? Or is it me that she doesn’t want to tell them about? Then again, our relationship is definitely complicated. I’m still working out how exactly I’m going to tell my family about all of this.

“Don’t you have anyone that you’ve talked to about being pregnant?”

“I haven’t been pregnant that long,” she replies. It certainly feels like it’s been a long time to me. But maybe that’s just because I’m wishing desperately that I could take her back to my bed and have my way with her.

“Still. You need someone, don’t you?”

“For now, I think it’s better this way.”

She wanted to keep everything between us a secret from the start so why should I be surprised that she wants to keep the baby a secret for now as well? Still, I wish she had someone that she could talk to. Someone that wasn’t me. She needs that.

“Are you close to your family?”

“Yes.” There’s no hesitation there. Just a quick and firm answer and I wonder about it. Wonder how she could be so close to people and not tell them at least something about what’s going on here. Especially knowing where it’s going to go.

She knew she was going to get pregnant and have my baby. So why didn’t she start things out by telling them she was in a relationship with me?

But then, what do I know about the relationship she has with her family? And really, I don’t know that she hasn’t told them about me. I’m fairly certain she goes to see them frequently. She’s gone in the mornings a lot and I tend to see her mostly in the evenings or late at night, after the club closes and we both need a little wind-down time before bed.

“Will they be around a lot once the baby is here?”

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