Page 37 of Dirty Billionaire

“Keep walking,” he repeats.

After shooting him an irritated look, I glance at my phone. I have two-and-a-half minutes to get upstairs. Pressing the elevator button, I wrap my coat around me. I’m not cold. I’m...confused.

Who have you chosen to be the father?

“It’s just a first meeting,” I told him. “There’s no man.”

He barked out a maddening laugh. “You do know how babies are made, don’t you? Therewillbe a man.”

That’s when the car stopped and that stupid conversation ended.

Of course, I know how babies are made.

Idiot.

It’s like he is trying to upset me further. I hate that he saw me in tears. I hate that he is here.

This is something I need to do alone.

But the stupid alpha man will not leave no matter what I say, so I just have to keep moving.

The fact he’s telling me to do that just makes me not want to.

But I don’t have time for games.

The elevator is empty, so we both step in. I ignore him, push the floor button, and stare at the doors once they close. Then say, “You can’t come with me.”

“Apparently I am.”

I glance quickly and find Ward facing the front, his wide shoulders firm and unmoving.

Ugh.

This isn’t his boardroom. He can’t push me around. He doesn’t get to make the rules here.

“This is a medical appointment. You can’t just force your way in.” I huff, then turn to him and put my hands on my hips. “Ward. Why are you here?”

He ignores me.

“Ward!”

More ignoring.

Oh, my god. He cannot be here. This is not how I saw this going. My nerves are a wreck. I’m still half on a high after the TV segment, and now Ward—my ex-lover—is trailing along to my first fertility appointment.

This is not normal.

Not after I’ve spent weeks telling myself he doesn’t want me, and I shouldn’t/can’t/don’t want him.

I was just starting to move forward.

Ish.

How dare he?

I shove his arm. “Ward, talk to me.”

His eyes drop angrily down to me, then next minute he leans forward, pushes the emergency button and the elevator lurches to a stop.

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