Page 30 of Flirting with my Billionaire Boss

“That was before I figured out you’ve been stealing from me.”

“I didn’t steal from you. Please believe me.” I’m getting desperate for myself. I can’t be uprooted again. I don’t want to feel scared like I did in the Atlanta airport.

His eyes are hard and unfeeling. “Save your breath. I’ve made my decision.”

Tears spill down my cheeks. There’s nothing else to do but gather my belongings. I’d eat a protein bar for dinner. The last thing I want to do right now is sit down to dinner with Weston.

I go in my room and dig around in my sock drawer until I find my emergency stash of protein bars. I tear open the package and take a bite. When I’ve devoured the entire thing, I pack my suitcase. At least I’d bought a bigger one for all the traveling we’d done.

I’d have to start all over again with a new job so I’d have a way to provide for the baby. I’m naming her Angel because she’s the precious angel who saved me from that awful marriage. It’s my turn to save her now.

My phone rings, and I walk across the room to where it’s sitting on my bedside table. It’s Markus. What does he want?

“Hello?”

“Hey, babe. It’s Markus.”

“You can’t call me that anymore. We’re not married.”

“Oh, come on. We can still be friendly, right?” he says.

“Markus, I don’t know.”

“Look, I’m not the same guy I was before. I know I’ve messed up a lot in the past, but I’ve been going to therapy, and I’m doing really well now. I’m really sorry about all the bad I’ve done to you before.”

A small flicker of hope grows inside me. Could he have really changed? “That’s great, Markus. I’m glad you’re doing all that inner work.”

“I’m basically a brand-new man. You really deserved better.”

I can hardly believe the words I’m hearing. “Thank you. That means a lot to me.”

“So how are things going for you in Blue Mountain?” He ended up finding out about where I was when I filed the divorce papers. By then things had calmed down enough that he had accepted things were over between us. Or so I’d thought.

I sigh. “Not well. I’m moving.”

“Oh? And where are you going? What happened to the job you got?”

“It didn’t work out. So I’m leaving. I don’t know where I’m going yet.”

“This may sound like a crazy suggestion, so say no if you’re not comfortable with it. I don’t want to pressure you or anything. But you’re always welcome to come live with me. You know, just until you work things out.”

I really do need a place to stay. Going back with him would be easy. I wouldn’t have to make all these hard choices. Maybe it wouldn’t hurt to spend a few weeks at his place just until I got a new job. It didn’t mean I had to live with him forever, right? I don’t exactly have anywhere else to go. I have a little money saved up, but I’ll need it for a deposit on my new place. I have the car I got in the divorce, so I at least have transportation. “I’ll think about it, Markus. Thank you for the offer. It’s very nice of you.”

“Just let me know, sweetheart.”

Will he be furious if he finds out I’m pregnant with his kid, and I want to keep her? It’s not like I can hide the fact that I have a big pregnant belly. But honestly, it shouldn’t matter to him now, right? If he doesn’t want the baby, then he shouldn’t care if I never tell him about her. I won’t ask him for child support, and he won’t have to deal with being a dad since he never wanted to experience life as a parent.

But maybe he’s changed about that too. He deserved a chance to at least find out the truth about the baby. “I need to tell you something, Markus.”

“What is it? You can tell me anything.”

“I’m pregnant.”

“What?” For a moment his tone goes cold, but then it quickly switches back to the honeyed voice he was using before. “Who’s the father?”

“You are. I haven’t slept with anyone else.”

He’s quiet for a long time. “Is this why you left?”

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