Page 27 of Flirting with my Billionaire Boss

“I know this is one of those questions a guy isn’t supposed to ever ask a girl, but I’m going to ask you anyway, because I feel like I need to know. Are you going to have a baby?”

“Are you asking me as my boss? Because you’re not allowed to do that, are you?”

“I’m asking as your friend because I’m worried about you and I care about you.” His expression is filled with compassion and love.

Love? I dismiss the thought. Weston doesn’t feel that way about me, does he? He made that clear on the yacht.

“Fine. Yes, I’m pregnant.”

“How soon is the baby coming?” he asks.

“January.”

He swallows but keeps his eyes on me. “Have you decided what you’re going to do when the baby is born?”

“Not yet. I didn’t know how you’d feel about it. I figured I had more time to discuss it with you. But I’m getting bigger, and it’s getting harder to keep it a secret. I guess there’s no point in hiding it anymore.”

“Is this your ex-husband’s baby?”

“Yep. That’s why I left him. He said he never wanted kids. He would have forced me to get an abortion.”

“No one can force you to do that. It’s your choice.”

“Believe me, he could have done it. He controlled everything I did.”

“How could he have done that?”

“Markus had the power to make my life so miserable. You have no idea.”

Weston’s eyes harden, and a muscle tics in his jaw. “It’s a good thing he’s not around.”

“Yes, and that we’re already divorced.”

“Does he know about the baby?”

“No,” I say. “He didn’t need to know. I don’t want him near this baby.”

“Didn’t you have a legal obligation to disclose that information to him?”

“I don’t know. And I don’t care. I don’t want him hurting this baby like he hurt me.”

“Won’t he see you again and figure it out?”

“I don’t see how he could. He doesn’t know where I am, and I don’t plan on telling him.”

“You have a home here as long as you need it. Whether you choose to work for me or not, I’ll help you find a childcare solution.”

Relief flows through me, and tears spring to my eyes. “Thank you, Weston. You don’t know how much that means to me.”

“You mean a lot to me. I only wish you’d told me sooner. We could have saved you a lot of worry.”

How did I get so lucky to have such a great guy as my employer? It almost feels like he’s going above and beyond, like a guy would do for the woman he loves. Is that what is happening here?

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WESTON

Igaze over to where Callie’s keyboarding next to me. I can see the baby moving from here as her rounded middle shifts beneath the cotton shirt she’s wearing. Her belly has grown rounder, but I’m only that much more attracted to her. We’re sitting in my office together just doing everyday work, but it feels comfortable to be here with her.

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