Page 16 of The Grumpy Billionaire Baby Daddy

I unclench my fists and hold my throbbing head, staggering all the way upstairs to my suite. All that's on my mind is my bed, and as I throw myself into it, thoughts of Fiona and the baby flood my mind again. Mom says I need an heir. I get it but marriage —

Like lightning, the thought strikes me, forcing me to sit up. Fiona is pregnant. An heir. I've slept with different women for years but this has never happened before. I’m pretty sure I used a condom. Did it break? Maybe it’s an omen — I’m getting a child without having to get married at all. A light bulb comes on. What if we make some kind of a deal? I pick up my phone and dial her number.

"Hello?"

"Fiona, it's me. Can we meet up later today? at 5 pm? Same place."

As the call drops, I toss the phone aside and grab a pillow, pressing it tightly against my face as I stare up at the ceiling. But even in this moment of solitude, I can't escape the nagging thought that has been plaguing me - Eva and Andrew Davidson. Our partnership with Davidson is critical to Consco's expansion into Asia and Europe, and it could be a game-changer in the construction industry. But if he were to find out about my relationship with Eva, it could jeopardize everything we've worked towards. I shove the thoughts down. Let’s do this one step at a time. I shut my eyes and everything fades to black.

The way to Pet Star is easier to find this time. As I pull up in front of the Pet Shop, I pull out my phone, and my fingers fly over the screen.

I'm at George's Food Cart.

I walk over to the trailer. George is stirring eggs.

"Hi, George. Got any drinks?"

"Yeah, punch?"

"I'll have two."

I look up to find Fiona walking toward me.

"Hey, George."

George waves. He hands over the drinks, and I pass one to her. She shoots a glance at me, and her body angles away.

"Not interested?"

She takes the drink from me.

"Thanks."

We sit at the same spot as last time. The place is a little busier. She looks up at me.

"So? What's it going to be?"

I study her features, and for the first time, it really hits me.

She's carrying my child.

I swallow.

"How…how are you feeling?"

"Like shit. You didn't call me here to ask how I'm feeling, did you?"

"I've made my decision."

"And?"

I lean forward.

"Okay, so here's my decision. But before then, do you want this child?"

She shrugs, taking a sip.

"Depends. But if there's a reasonable way to not be burdened by this, I'll grab it. I just don't want my parents to find out. It'll kill them."

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