Page 26 of Flirting with my Billionaire Boss

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CALLIE

Fuming, I head back to my cabin. I’m the one who doesn’t want to be with a wealthy guy, the last person who would be a gold digger. After living that life, I’ve seen it’s not all it’s cracked up to be. Loaded guys tend to be full of themselves, thinking they can do whatever they want just because they have a bunch of money.

I open the door to my room, and a wall of flower smell hits me. I nearly gag. What happened in here? My perfume bottle is in the trash in pieces, and my swim cover up smells like someone dumped the entire bottle on it. Did Martha do this when she was in here cleaning my room? Maybe that was why Weston smelled like my perfume. She could have transferred the smell to him somehow. Or maybe it was Skipper. He’s always getting into trouble.

The next morning at breakfast, Weston approaches me with a collared shirt unbuttoned to show his abs and perfect pectorals. A pair of sunglasses is perched on top of his head. He takes a seat next to me. “I’m sorry about the way things went last night.”

“It’s okay,” I say. “But maybe it’s best if we keep things professional between us.”

He nods. “If that’s what you want.”

Well, I’m not really in the mood to become some guy’s plaything either. I just got out of a bad relationship, and I’m not in the mood to be used and tossed to the side.

The rest of the trip passes uneventfully, and Weston, Langston, their parents, and I take one of the family’s six private jets back to the tiny airport in Blue Mountain. The rest of the family members are dashing off to various parts of the world. Ashton is going to Singapore, Brensen is going to Kenya, and Kaison is going to Dubai.

Weston told me they never flew into big airports. They avoided them like the plague because they hate the crowds and traffic.

There are three black cars lined up to take us back to our various homes, and our driver takes Weston and me back to Weston’s estate. My mom calls when we’re driving back home.

“Hi, Mom.”

“How was your trip?”

“It was fantastic.” I’d told her all about my trip and my divorce from Markus. She didn’t know about the baby though. I know I have to tell her soon because she’s going to figure it out anyway. I plan on keeping the baby.

The next two weeks pass by quickly. My belly is getting bigger too. It’s getting harder to hide it from Weston, but he hasn’t seemed to notice that I have an abnormally large belly for my frame. It’s July now, and Blue Mountain is sweltering. Weston will be gone to Atlanta for the rest of the day, and he left me in Blue Mountain to finish up some paperwork for him. When I finish, I decide to take a swim in the pool.

Since he’s not around, I decide to put on my bikini. It’s the one I’d taken to Hawaii months ago and had put in my carry-on—one of the only items I still had from my old life with Markus. I look in the mirror. My belly protrudes, and I can’t help but decide that it’s adorable. I’ve been feeling the baby moving around some too. I just hit twenty weeks pregnant, the halfway point of my pregnancy.

I head outside. The house is deserted because Martha went grocery shopping, and the landscapers have finished up for the day. Weston isn’t due back until tomorrow. The sun beats down on my head. I pull down my sunglasses from where they’ve been resting against my messy bun.

I walk down the steps and glide through the refreshingly cool water. It feels amazing after the heat of the day. I swim a few laps before getting out and wrapping a towel around me. Then I stretch my towel out on a lounge chair and take a nap.

I wake to a growling in my stomach. Guess the baby’s hungry. I stand and blink in the bright sunlight.

“Taking a swim?”

I look up and squint to see Weston coming out of the house.

“You’re back early.”

“One of our meetings got canceled, so there wasn’t really a reason to stay another day.”

I wrap my towel around my midsection to hide my belly, but Weston is staring. He’s had to have noticed the fact that I have a protruding pregnant belly.

I walk past him, but he grabs my bare arm.

“Callie.”

The way he says my name sends a chill down my spine.

“Is there something you need to tell me?”

I turn to meet his eyes. He’s not smiling. But his expression isn’t unkind either. It’s serious, and a little sad. Maybe betrayed. It makes me feel sick. Because I’ve been keeping this huge secret from him, and now he knows.

“You weren’t supposed to see me like this. You were supposed to be gone.”

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