Page 63 of Billionaire Temptations

“I think you’re right. We’ve been doing this for three hours, and I’m starving. This little one wants to eat.” I placed both hands on my belly.

“I’m starving too. How about some Thai food?”

“That sounds great.”

He got up and held out his hand to help me up from the floor. An overwhelming feeling washed over me the minute I placed mine in his. He helped me up, and we walked to the kitchen, where I took the menu from the side of the fridge. After deciding what we wanted, Max called in the order for delivery. I grabbed a bottle of water from the refrigerator and sat down at the table.

“Have you seen your father?” I asked.

“Yes, and it didn’t go over well. He pretty much disowned me. His words.” He sat down across from me.

“Why?”

To think that a parent would disown their child saddened me, and I couldn’t even imagine it.

“He told me I betrayed him, and he doesn’t deal with traitors. We got into a huge fight, and my mom stood there and didn’t say anything. He told me to watch my back with my company because it could all come crashing down in the blink of an eye.”

“Max, I’m sorry.”

“He’s a ruthless son of a bitch. He always has been, and he always will be. He told me that I was no longer a part of the family, and he never wanted to see me again.”

“And your mom just stood by and let him talk to you like that?”

“Yep. I walked out of their house, and I don’t intend to ever go back.”

“Are you going to tell them about the baby?”

“No, Emma. I’m no longer a part of their family, so, technically, they aren’t going to have a grandchild.”

“What about Fiona?”

“I’ll tell her. She hates them, and she’s flying to Paris for the summer. She said she may not come back.”

“What about college?”

“She’ll study over there.”

My heart ached for him. It truly did because I could see the sadness in his eyes and the despair in his voice when he talked about them. This had to be incredibly hard for him. There was a knock at the door, and Max got up, answered it, and set our food on the table. I took a couple of plates down and set the table. As we sat there eating, I asked him about his company.

“Where are you going to set up here in New York?”

“Connor Black of Black Enterprises has the third floor of his building for rent. I met with him earlier in the week and signed the agreement. It’ll do for now until the company grows. Then I can move to my own building.”

“What’s your company called?” I asked out of curiosity.

“Hamilton Tech. I’ve hired the best of the best to develop new software and hi-tech equipment that people are going to love. Or at least I hope they do.”

“They will.” I gave a small smile.

After we finished eating, we went back to building the crib. Many expletives later and two more hours, it was finally built and put in its proper place.

“Good job, Hamilton.” I put my hand on his shoulder.

“I couldn’t have done it without your help.”

I opened the closet and took out the large bag holding some of the wall hangings. I pulled out the silver letter S and held it up.

“What’s that?” Max asked.

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