Page 19 of Billionaire's Baby Mistake

He hovers over me and rests his forehead against mine, staring intensely into my eyes for a few moments; with that, my heart pounds like crazy. I want to scream with frustration that this is all temporary when I’ve never made such an intense connection before. It is unfair that Alex could be the one and I can do nothing about it. Our paths were already crafted before birth, and there isn’t a damn thing we can do to change them.

He begins running kisses over my neck and collarbone, as if he wants his mouth to touch every inch of my body. I find myself fisting the sheets, gripping them for dear life. He makes me feel incredible, and I never want to let him go.

He slides into me, sending bolts of lust rushing through me again and again, and he thrusts against wild and fast, finally giving in to his passion. All the romance and sweetness are gone, and all that’s left is pure desire…

This time we crumble together as one, bliss spreading through us simultaneously. We end up collapsing breathlessly against one another, enjoying the moment of postcoital bliss.

“You are going to stay here tonight?” he asks me, too sweetly for me to resist. “I just want to spend the night holding you close.”

“Of course, I will,” I cave in, knowing it’s probably not the best idea. If I remain here, we’re becoming too much of a couple, leaving my heart in the one place I’ve been doing my best to avoid. But he’s so kind and sexy, and I don’t know how to resist. “I would love that,” I add.

As Alex drifts off into a nice, peaceful sleep, my mind remembers the words Jenny told me at the party. Her version of events was very different from what Dad had explained. I don’t know what to do with it. I got the impression that Dad and this woman – who I didn’t understand was Alex’s mom when I learned the tale – were together and that Peter did all he could to steal her. Forcing Dad out of business was all a part of his plan. To learn that it was something else entirely is honestly bewildering.

Once David saw what he’d created with the first drug, I think greed gripped him, and he wanted to charge too much for it. It went against everything that the company was supposed to go, so Peter and the investors forced him out.

I had never heard anything about this before, but why would Jenny lie? She doesn’t know who I am, so she has nothing to gain. But then again, why would Dad lie, either? He understands that I adore him and always have, so what would he gain by trying to make himself look better? It just makes no sense. A big part of me wants to call him and confront him about it all, but I know I’ll never get away with that now. I don’t want Alex to catch me on the phone with him because that’d fuck up everything - no matter what decision I make - and that’s the last thing I want.

I had feelings for both of them and couldn’t decide. Although I suppose that I was leaning more toward David….”

It’s weird to think that if Alex’s mom and my dad had ended up together without fighting or forcing him out of business, we would not exist. But, on the other hand, Jenny and my dad would have been together, Peter would have met someone else, and maybe Mom might still be alive…Ugh, it’s so strange to think of that. It makes everything even more confusing. Jenny is pleasant enough, and I’m sure she would have made Dad very happy, but the chain of events thatwould nothave happened is just so crazy.

Maybe fate is behind all this. Perhaps none of us have any control over what’s going to happen because there are greater forces at work… or maybe we just make choices and hope for the best. Who knows?

I slide out of bed, trying not to disturb Alex, and I enter the luxurious bathroom. I stare at myself in the mirror, looking at the wild-eyed but extremely satisfied expression on my face. I no longer look like myself; I can barely recognize the person I’ve become, and I don’t know how I feel about it. It seems like the shift in my focus change has softened my expression. I find it so strange.

I can’t help but wonder what I’ll look like when all this is over and I’m moving on to the next phase of my life. Ugh, I can’t even think about that right now. I can’t begin to picture a future when so much craziness is going on. I still don’t know what I’m going to do when it comes down to the wire, which is terrifying. There are just so many people whose future depends upon what I decide. It felt easy when this was a plan solely in my mind. I thought I would go in, sort things out, do what I needed to do for my father, and then leave. I had no idea things would get so involved, twisted, and beyond complex.

I had no idea that Alex was going to have such an impact on me.How am I going to live without him? How am I going to move on with my life now? How am I going to carry on knowing that I’ve hurt him?

Tears roll down my cheeks, and I am sickened by what may happen next. The worst thing is that this is all my fault. Dad was happy to continue with his life as a teacher. I was the one who pushed him and convinced him that it was a good idea. I initiated everything. And now I will have to live with the consequences. Why didn’t I focus on creating a life for myself? Why am I scheming rather than building a real career and creating a proper relationship? What the hell is wrong with me? I have no real job prospects, love, or real friends…I only have this one goal that I’m no longer sure of, a love that can never go anywhere, and no one else to blame.

How sad is that?

Alex

“Yeah,okay,thatsoundsgood,” I reply to Ryan as he discusses some changes in the budget for the launch of my new drug, the one that the company has been working on for a lot longer than anyone realizes. It was something I inherited from my dad, and the rumors around the office from the people who have been working there for years are that it’s one of the earliest formulas that was invented along with the business, but other things took priority, and it wasn’t perfected until recently.

“Thanks.”

“Are you headed back to work, or are we getting the rest of the day off?” he asks cautiously, voicing the one question on everyone’s minds. Considering they are all hungover, I don’t see the point in trying to get something done today. I think that tomorrow is much more likely to be a productive day if I let them leave now.

“No, go home, and come back tomorrow. I still have some stuff to organize, so I might as well stay here in the quiet.” I have a lot of phone calls to make to ensure that things are going smoothly. I don’t need any distractions. I wave my hand dismissively, letting him know that all is done.

“Okay, thanks, see you tomorrow.”

As everyone filters out of the building, I say a subtle goodbye with Zaya, one that I hope won’t make it obvious to everyone that we spent the night together before I refocus my attention on what needs to be done. Although it doesn’t seem like I’m about to be blessed with peace and quiet.

“Hi Alex, how are you feeling today? I didn’t see you at the party later in the night.” Of course, Mom. I should have guessed that she would be the one to stay behind and be more aware of my whereabouts than anyone else. “Did you escape?”

“Oh yeah, I…er…” I can feel the blush spreading over my cheeks . “I wanted to get away.”

“With Zaya?” I can tell there’s something serious in her expression, which has me worried. I thought she liked Zaya - they seemed to get on well enough - so what seems to be her problem?

“Yeah… but you like Zaya, right?”

Okay, that’s far too much silence. Something is going on. I eye her curiously, but all she does is indicate to sit down with her, which I do because she’s freaking me out.

“I think you need to know something about Zaya, something that… you might not have realized beforehand.” My heart starts racing, my ears begin buzzing with fear, and everything twists up in knots inside of me. What is Mom about to say? How the hell does she know Zaya? Is she married or something? Is our relationship about to be halted before it even begins? “She’s the daughter of David Connelly.”

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