Page 454 of Billionaire Temptations

“I don’t know.” I stared straight ahead.

“Sebastian, what’s wrong? Did you and Chloe have a fight?”

A fight. If only it were that simple. Taking in a deep breath, I looked at Eli.

“Chloe’s pregnant.”

His eyes instantly darted to the rearview mirror.

“What?”

“I was going to the bathroom, and I found the pregnancy test in the trash. It was positive.”

“So she didn’t tell you?”

“No. She didn’t get a chance. As soon as I saw it, I made up an excuse that Damien called and needed me at the office.”

“You just ran out on her like that?”

“I had to get out of there, Eli.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t even been able to tell her that I love her, let alone be a father to a kid.”

“Be careful, Sebastian.” He slowly shook his head.

“Careful is what I thought we were being. For fuck’s sake, she’s on the pill. How the fuck did this happen?”

“I’m not surprised with the way you two fuck like rabbits. Maybe she missed one or something. I’ve heard of it happening—people getting pregnant while on birth control.”

“I can’t be something I’m not. I swear if she did this on purpose…”

“Oh, come on, Sebastian. Chloe would never do something like that.”

“I don’t know.”

Eli pulled up to my building and followed me up to the penthouse. Pouring us a drink, I spoke, “I think I need to get out of town for a while and clear my head. I need to figure things out.”

“And what are you going to tell Chloe?”

“That I have an emergency business meeting.”

“Lies are not good, Sebastian. They always come back to bite you in the ass. You need to let her tell you that she’s pregnant, and the two of you need to talk about it.”

“I can’t. I’m in shock and need to leave town for a while.” I threw back my drink, pulled out my phone, and dialed my pilot.

“Hello, Mr. Bennett.”

“Make sure the plane is ready tomorrow morning. I’m going to Seattle. I’ll be at the airport at eight a.m.”

“Sure thing, Mr. Bennett.”

Finishing the last sip of my drink, I set my glass down on the bar.

“Be here tomorrow at seven o’clock,” I spoke to Eli.

“I don’t think you’re doing the right thing.”

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