I Choose You: A Secret Billionaire Romance

I put my clothes on quickly, the tight clothes feeling good against my skin. I hadn't felt this good, this alive, in my entire life. I had finally done it. The man of my dreams had taken me, hard and unprotected, and probably impregnated me. Things were perfect.

Once I was dressed, I turned back toward him. He was just finishing tying his tie, and he smirked at me as he looked at me. He dipped his thumb in a water glass and ran it along the outside corner of my eye.

“Gross!” I cried. “What are you doing?”

“Your mascara is running. Here, there's a bathroom on the other side of the waiting room to my office. Lauren will see you but, well, I'm sure she heard you earlier anyway.”

I blushed. Those moans came from deep in my body, and I knew they had been loud. I hoped she would keep things under wraps.

As if psychic, James gripped me by my shoulders. “Don't worry about it. I pay her far too well, and she's under an array of non-disclousure agreements. She won't tell a soul about this.”

I nodded and smiled. “Okay, James.”

He smiled at me. “Go get cleaned up. I'll see you in a bit.”

I gave him one last kiss. His lips met mine, and it was a calmer kiss than we had had yet. Then I walked out the door.

Of course, Lauren gave me an incredulous look as I crossed the waiting room. I couldn't blame her. I wondered if she knew she had just listened to a brother and sister have sex in her boss's office, even if they weren't blood related. It would be enough to send anyone into shock.

I went to the bathroom and washed my face off well. When I finally finished, I left the bathroom and started to head back into James's office. Lauren spoke up. “James had to head to a meeting. He said to check your email.” She went back to her computer, apparently having gotten over the shock of earlier.

I took my phone out of my purse and opened my inbox. James was much too “plugged in” to have left me a pen-and-paper note, but this one was just fine by me.”

Head downstairs to the parking lot. My driver will be waiting in a limo for you and will drive you to my apartment now. Just hang out there. I’ll try to get out of here as early as I can. We can talk about this then.

I nodded, as if I were talking to the email. He wanted to see me again. I looked up to see if Lauren was looking, but she seemed to be fixated on her computer screen, almost as if she'd rather look anywhere but at me.

I got out of there as quickly as possible. Sure enough, there was a limo waiting outside, and the driver seemed to recognize me as soon as I left the building, opening the door for me. I thanked him and went inside.

As soon as I relaxed into the seat, I lifted my sweater up. I had no idea where this relationship would lead, but some part of me knew. I was pregnant already. I was going to have my billionaire stepbrother's baby. And that was alright by me.

Chapter 10

I relaxed into the leather seats of the limo, knowing that I was encased in the lap of luxury. As I looked out the window, I noticed the remnants of snow lining the edges of the sidewalks and scattered across shadowy building fronts. It was cold outside, but warm inside the limo, and even warmer inside my body.

I didn't know if it was just my imagination, but I could still feel my him inside of me. I tingled at just the thought of James bending me over his office desk, spreading me open, and fucking me until he came. I closed my eyes and smiled.

But, the thought that made the most horny was the one that I had to keep a secret, even from him. I wasn't on birth control, and he hadn't been wearing a condom. I thought about his sperm swimming toward my eggs, hoping to find a fertile field to sow new life into. In my brain, I knew it was too early to even hope. The sperm couldn't even have met the egg yet if my high school biology class was correct, but somehow, I knew.

I knew I was pregnant.

Tessa would have laughed. She was my best friend, and she had called me baby crazy before, especially when I commented on how beautiful Audrey Lipman had become. The more I thought about it, the more I knew she was right. I wanted a baby. Audrey, the catty girl from my high school, had made my life miserable. However, once she had become pregnant, I couldn't help but notice how happy she looked, how full of life she seemed. And that big pregnant belly really suited her. I wanted one, and not just any pregnant belly. One with James.

I put my own hands on my stomach, looking down at the flat surface. In just a few months, I knew that my belly would be full of James' baby. I shook my head, trying to ignore the small voice of reason telling me that this was a bad idea. That I really should have thought this through better. But I wanted it. I wanted it more than I had ever wanted anything else my whole life. I wanted my belly to grow with James' and my child. I wondered how long I'd be able to conceal it from him. I wondered if I should.

I tried to replay the events that just happened in my head, to try and gauge whether or not he really wanted me as badly as I had wanted him. The sex had been so violent, so passionate, that my brain was fuzzy about the whole experience. One thing he said stood out to me, though:

“I've been waiting to claim you for a long time.”

Even thinking about his deep voice saying those words sent another shiver through my body. He had wanted me for as long as I wanted him, I knew it. He just couldn't get away with it while we lived under the same roof, and had never had a chance since then. Society would frown on our relationship, but he didn't care. He wanted me.

Or did he? As a billionaire, his life was under a lot of journalistic scrutiny. He could decide that he couldn't handle being with me, no matter how badly he wanted it. I had always just been the unwanted, younger sister. I wasn't anything special. It wouldn't be that hard for him to turn his back on me yet again.

Stop it, I told myself. I knew I was just going to worry myself sick if I kept thinking like that. The fact that he had revealed how much he wanted me, and the fact that he had fucked me on his work desk, was supposed to make things simpler. I had hoped that it would quench the need I had for him, that it would satisfy the craving deep inside of me. Except, it hadn't. If anything, it seemed to make things more complicated.

I had no idea how long the trip to his apartment was, so I decided to look at the email he sent me to see if I could figure out what he was thinking from that. I pulled out my phone and looked at the screen, squinting at the letters to try and discern something new.

Head downstairs to the parking lot. My driver will be waiting in a limo for you and will drive you to my apartment now. Just hang out there. I’ll try to get out of here as early as I can. We can talk about this then.