The Billionaire's Baby Arrangement (Bad Boys and Babies 2)

Jackson froze and the smiled. “You always were an idiot, Max.”

“What?” Max looked confused. “I beat you. I’ve won.”

Jackson went over, carefully standing out of frame and knocked the camera over. “Whoopsie,” he said with a shrug.

Max paled.

Jackson then went and punched him square in the jaw.

It felt good.

“Too bad your camera broke,” Jackson told him. He turned and walked away. He had to get to Emma before it was too late to fix things.

Chapter 33

Emma

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Emma didn’t know it was possible to cry this much. She didn’t know that she had this many tears inside of her. She didn’t know that it was possible to feel this much pain from just one lie.

He kissed another woman.

He didn’t love her.

She was obviously nothing to him.

She sat on her couch in her tiny apartment, mindlessly eating a pint of ice cream that she stole from his fridge, and cried.

The worst part was that she didn’t even feel like she had the right to cry. It was in the contract that they could see other people. Their relationship was never meant to be about love. They were a business relationship. It was always supposed to be a way to keep the bad boy’s business happy. She was only ever supposed to be the good girl image.

Yet, it still hurt. It hurt more than she ever thought possible.

He had cheated on her. Just because she had suspected this day might come didn’t make it easier. When they had first started this arrangement, she thought she could handle it. She had thought she would be okay with knowing that he married her for money and not for love.

But then she fell for him. And, worse, she thought he had fallen for her too. She thought that he cared. Even though he never said the words, she thought that he loved her at least enough to give them a chance.

But, the photo proved that he was back to his old ways. She wasn’t enough for him. Their child wasn’t enough for him. He still needed more.

She wished she could quit the contract. She wished she could just disappear to another state and never see him again. But even that idea made her want to sob into her ice cream just as hard.

She loved him. Even after this, even after knowing that he didn’t love her back, she still loved him. Perhaps that was the part that hurt the most. She was an idiot.

She wished she could dull the pain with wine. Or a full bottle of whiskey. Heartache wasn’t nearly as bad when she could pass out and pretend it didn’t exist.

But she wouldn’t do that to her baby. Even if it was his. The baby was innocent in all of this. She wasn’t sure how she would raise the child with the father being a total douche. It hurt even more that he would do this not only to her, but to their child. The man had no moral decency.

A soft knock on her door drew her attention. She checked her watch and saw that the food she’d ordered was due. She carefully set the half-eaten ice cream to the side and got up. She wasn’t in the mood to see anyone but the pizza man tonight.

She went to the door and checked the peephole. The delivery guy was holding the pizza up to the door so she could see it. Smart man, she thought to herself. There was no way she was opening this door to anyone who didn’t have her food. If a reporter wanted to talk to her, they would at least have to give her a pizza to do it.

She undid the lock and pulled the door open.

She promptly slammed it shut.

The pizza man wasn’t there. It was Jackson, holding up the pizza. He must have caught the delivery guy on the way up and taken the pizza. Sneaky bastard.

“Go away,” Emma yelled through the door. She was willing to give up her pizza not to have to see him. She had enough ice cream that she coul