Page 36 of Dirty Billionaire

Which turned into two.

And now I’m here with the grand plan of asking her to dinner. To date me.

While she’s off heading out to get artificially inseminated.

Fucking hell.

There are a million miles between our plans.

If you are lucky enough to love two women in this life, then don’t let her get away.

This changes everything.

Damn it.

I watch the cab whizz past Penelope, and snow flies up into the air, covering her. The crestfallen look on her face as she lifts the phone to her ear almost breaks me.

This is important to her.

I’ve known couples who have suffered through infertility and the pain is real.

I don’t know her story, but there will be one that has led her to this point, and I want to hear it.

She brushes at her cheek, and without another thought, I nod to Luke, who is waiting for me right out front with the Bentley. Then stride toward Penelope.

“I’ll take you,” I say firmly, taking her arm.

I don’t wait for permission. I help her into the backseat and join her, adjusting the heat while she shares the address.

Wet eyes meet mine when she lifts her face to say thank you.

Fuck.

Fuck!

It’s like the rug has been completely pulled out from under me. A million reasons to drop her off and walk briskly away hit me. Then it takes me another minute to connect a few more dots.

I turn to her and demand, “Who is the donor?”

“What?” she blinks.

“Who have you chosen to be the father?” I growl, imagining her swollen with a child, being filled with another man’s sperm.

My fists clench and I almost tell Luke to drive us home so I can fuck a child into her myself.

PENELOPE

WHEN WE STOP OUTSIDEthe building and Ward climbs out with me, I place my hand on his arm.

“Thank you.” I walk toward the building and do a double take when he follows. “What are you doing?”

“I don’t know. Just keep walking.” He growls.

I don’t have time for this.

I need to know what he thinks he is doing. Plus, demanding to know who my sperm donor is—or will be—is completely unacceptable.

“Ward. Go home,” I say as I push open the doors and rush across the lobby.

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