Page 2 of Hired For the Billionaire's Secret Son

Mrs Daniels opened the file and looked down, her eyes scanning the documentation. ‘Miss Christianson... Daniella Christianson...do you know her?’

Dani? Sure.He nodded. ‘We had a brief relationship about eighteen months ago.’ Though calling their three-week affair a relationship was stretching it—they’d had a couple of dinners and a lot of sex.

‘I regret to tell you that Ms Christianson died a few days ago.’

Bo rubbed his lower jaw, shock running through his system. He’d met Daniella at a cocktail party and she’d been fun and vibrant, a tall Brazilian bombshell. Just a few years younger than himself, she’d been taking a six-month sabbatical in Copenhagen and had been both smart and sexy. ‘I hadn’t heard—I am sorry to hear that.’ He was, but he didn’t understand why a social worker was delivering the news.

‘What happened?’ Bo asked, unable to believe that someone so vibrant was no more.

‘It was a car accident outside Rio de Janeiro.’

Mrs Daniels nailed him with a direct look. ‘Were you aware that Ms Christianson was recently married, and that her husband was planning on adopting her son?’

‘Why would I be? As I said, I haven’t spoken to her for well over a year,’ Bo replied.

‘So she didn’t tell you that you are the father of her son?’

Wait! What?

Bo felt his knees dissolve just a little and quickly decided that he hadn’t heard her correctly. He didn’t have a son.

Mrs Daniels grabbed a visitor’s chair, shoved it behind his knees and Bo gratefully sank into it. Gripping the arms of the chair, he looked up, seeing a little sympathy in her blue eyes. ‘I have a son?’

‘Judging by your stunned reaction, I’m assuming you didn’t know?’

‘No, I had no idea. I haven’t had any contact with Daniella since I called it done,’ he told her. ‘She left to go back to Brazil a month later and, no, she didn’t tell me she was pregnant!’

But that could be because he’d made it very clear to her—as he made it clear to all his lovers—that he wasn’t interested in long-term commitment or children.

‘From what I gathered from her grandmother, her husband was her boyfriend from college and they reconnected when she was pregnant. They married and he wanted to raise the boy as his own.’

Okay.‘But he also died?’

Mrs Daniels nodded. ‘The baby was also in the crash, but he came away unharmed.’

Dear Lord.Bo rested his forearms on his thighs, idly noticing that his hands were trembling. ‘The baby’s birth was registered in Brazil, but he has been returned to Denmark. She put you as his father and you are now responsible for him.’

‘I am?’

‘Mrs Christianson’s husband’s family has no legal claim to the child—the adoption papers weren’t filed yet and, frankly, none of them is in a position to look after a nine-month-old child. Mrs Christianson is survived by her grandmother, who cannot look after the child either. He’s yours to raise.’

But...

What was happening here? How had he gone from living his life solo, from eschewing relationships, to having a son? And how was it that Daniella had fallen pregnant by him? He was obsessively careful about using condoms.

He needed to ask. ‘How can you be sure he’s mine?’ Bo asked. ‘I’m a pretty careful guy.’

‘Even though she never told you, you are named on his birth certificate as his father. And, even though he is very young, the resemblance between you is quite startling,’ Mrs Daniels replied. ‘But, if you require a DNA test for your peace of mind, that’s your right. It will mean that he will stay with his foster family until the matter is settled.’

‘He’s with a foster family?’ Bo asked. What he knew about babies was minimal, and he knew even less about the Social Services system, but he’d watched enough movies to be sceptical that the baby was being well cared for. He was probably wrong, but he didn’t like the idea of the baby—his son?—being in a tumultuous environment.

‘Since he arrived in Copenhagen last week, yes. The foster family is very nice, one of our best, but they are not a long-term solution,’ Mrs Daniels stated. ‘Living with you is.’

Bo swallowed and ran his hands over his face. ‘Do I have any choice about raising him?’

Mrs Daniels’s eyes cooled, and he caught the disappointment in them and felt three feet tall. ‘We could arrange to have him adopted, if having a child would be such an imposition on your life, Mr Sørenson. That’s an option.’

She wasn’t impressed by him, and she didn’t need to explain why. He came from one of the best and most well-known families in the country and he had money. He sounded like a self-centred idiot, someone who was more concerned about how this child would affect his life than about the welfare of his son.

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