Admit You Miss Me (Irresistible Billionaires 1)

“Are you okay?” I asked.

“Mmh,” she said quietly. I stroked her back again. My cock was still inside her and I could feel myself getting soft but I didn’t want to let her go.

“Let’s go back to your apartment,” I said.

“Why?”

“We’ll go back to your place, get your stuff and come back to my townhouse. You’re moving in tonight.”

She pulled away from me.

“What?”

“If you want, we can go straight to my place and have your stuff shipped over. I just thought yo

u’d want to pack your own things.”

“Are you kidding me?” she asked, sliding off my lap into the seat next to me.

“What?” I asked. She was running her hands through her hair and straightening her blouse.

“So, we have sex once and I have to move in with you? Are you crazy? We haven’t even signed anything yet. I’m not even pregnant yet. I haven’t even looked at the damn contract yet.”

“We can do that tonight.”

“After I move in?” she asked. She pulled her skirt down over her thighs. “This was a mistake. This wasn’t meant to happen. I got carried away. I’m sorry for giving you the wrong idea.” She started looking around the backseat for her underwear. It was on the ground. I reached for it and held it out to her.

“We can do this at our own pace, Brenna. We don’t have to wait.” She took the underwear from me and stuffed it in her bag instead of wearing it.

“You’re out of your mind.”

“The contract is straightforward. It won’t take long at all. We can get through it in an hour.”

She looked at me like she didn’t really recognize me anymore. Then she turned in her seat, got up, opened the door and walked out.

The traffic was at a standstill, she didn’t walk out of a moving vehicle, but she disappeared in an instant.

“Fuck!” I stuffed my cock back in my clothes and clambered out of the limo after her. I scanned the foot traffic on the sidewalk. She was nowhere in sight. How the hell did she get away from me so fast? I spun around, she could have gone either way. She must have been running, how did she manage to get away so fast?

Look at that. You get the one thing you want in your life and in a matter of hours, not even a whole day, you manage to scare her away. I got back into the car.

“Fuck. Fuck!” I slammed my fist into the seat. I fucked up. She was right there. We just made love and now, I didn’t know if she would come back to me again. We had the deal, she was still going to be my surrogate. Unless I had turned her off so much that she was going to withdraw her surrogacy services with the fertility clinic. At this point, that didn’t even seem unlikely. I would wake up tomorrow to a voicemail from Nova Fertility telling me that my surrogate of choice was no longer available, but it was okay; they had prepared a list of new ladies for me to choose from.

No. That wasn’t happening. I wasn’t having this baby if it wasn’t with Brenna. I needed to work with her. I couldn’t afford to scare her away. This wasn’t just about the baby, it was about us. This was the second chance that I always wanted. I hadn’t asked her but the way she was with me before I scared her off… She couldn’t tell me she didn’t feel it too. I’d believe that she was nervous, overwhelmed, scared, maybe even regretful, but not that she didn’t feel the same thing that I did. She wanted to be with me as much as I wanted to be with her, we just had to take it slow.

That was the last thing I wanted to do but I wasn’t losing her again. She was too close for me to let go. She was too precious for me to lose again.

10

Brenna

I took the dish out of the oven and placed it on the counter. I watched what I ate, you know, in the casual way where I didn’t do crazy stuff like eat Cheetos for breakfast but since moving back in with my mother, I was slaving over a hot stove every day. She was sick and had some dietary restrictions. Along with that, there was food she just couldn’t stomach anymore. Dinner was salmon with roast veggies. It wasn’t that I didn’t like cooking. I did but cooking in my cramped New York apartment kitchen was just demoralizing but I couldn’t afford to let her have food someone else was preparing all the time.

“That smells great Brenna,” she said from the table.

“Let's hope it tastes as good as it smells,” I said. I prepared our plates and took them to the table. Just like I thought, my mother managed a couple of mouthfuls before she started pushing the food around her plate and filling up on water.

“No good?” I asked.