Page 20 of Surprise Baby for My Enemy Billionaire

I let out another groan. I’m rock-hard, and I want to take off her dress and explore every inch of her body.

I turn her around, bundle her dress around her waist, and yank at her thong. My hand works feverishly at my zipper. Finally, I’m free. I feel myself shaking as I hold on to her now bare hips and thrust into…

“What. The. Actual. Fuck?”

My eyes flutter open at the sound of an unexpected, yet familiar voice. The heavy velvet drapes in my penthouse bedroom have been thrown open, and the sunlight filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows makes me shut my eyes again.

“What the fuck,Bran?”

Theodore,I think, struggling to rise, realizing he barged into my room and interrupted my sweet dream. Annoyance wells in me as I finally look up at Theodore’s angry face. He’s standing at the edge of my king-sized bed, already dressed in a suit and tie. He’s holding his iPhone away from him as though it’s contaminated.

At this moment, I want to strangle him. It was a dream, yes, but it was one of the best dreams I’d ever had.

The bestdream. And he’d yanked it away from me just when…

“Brandon, are you listeningto me?” Theodore says, marching even closer to me.

“Shut it,” I warn him, massaging my eyelids with my fingers as I try to fit into the world right in front of me. “Who the hell let you in, anyway?”

Theodore ignores my question. “Seriously, Bran,” he says. When I look up at him, his blue eyes are smoldering with rage. “I needyou to get your pet project under control, or I’ll be forced to take—”

“What time is it?” I ask.

Theodore looks like he wants to stab me. “Ten in the morning,” he replies, glowering at me.

“You should be meeting with your campaign team,” I say, the dream finally starting to fade. “Why are you here?”

“Because of this,”Theodore says. He shoves his phone toward me. I lean forward, squinting at the screen.

My abdomen contracts. It’s a new article from Georgina.

“THEODORE STWARASKI AND HIS PLAN FOR THE HOMELESS: WHO IS HE KIDDING?”

“I thoughtyou said you were handling it,” he spits at me, chucking the phone over so I can scroll through the article myself. “What the fuck did you do? It’s been three whole weeks, Bran. Threefuckingweeks.”

I push myself off my bed, every hint of dizziness and tiredness gone. I look down at the article, catching some words but not letting myself string them into a sensible sentence. The last thing I want is to read an article by her ever again.

“It was fun at first,” Theodore says. “But not now. She’s costing me a lot of money. We have just weeks left to campaign. If she keeps doing this—”

“She won’t,” I cut in.

Theodore raises a brow. “Won’t she?” he asks. “Because I’m certain you said that only two weeks ago. And nothing has changed since then, except that she’s now going after me twice as hard.”

I glance at his phone, and something close to hope seizes me. “Did she say anything about me?”

Theodore looks at me like I’ve suddenly gone insane. “Offuckingcourse, Bran. There’s a nice little paragraph about how you were the brains behind the ‘idiotic idea to save the homeless.’”

I feel adrenaline shoot through me as I recall my conversation with Gigi last night. I’d been honest with her. A tad toohonest. I’d done it intentionally. As long as Gigi thought I was being open with her, she would start to think of me in a different light. A new light.

Or so I thought.

I reach for Bran’s phone and scroll through the article quickly. No words related to what I said about Theodore pop out, and I sigh with relief. But then, I run through the words of the article again, and I feel a pinch of annoyance at how devastatingly acerbic it is.

As if last night had not happened at all.

I toss the phone back on the bed as my annoyance sharpens into anger.

Damn her,I think. I assumed that she wouldn’t print any articles today about me, about us. I’d seen something in her eyes when I walked her to her apartment after our date, something that told me she was pleasantly surprised by how it had turned out. There had also been a slight hesitation before she slipped through her door, as though she’d been expecting me to kiss her.

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