Surprise Baby for my Billionaire Boss

I nodded absently, barely noticing the big black bag he held in his hands. I stroked my tummy, soothing my tiny baby and myself.

Then it hit me. I sat bolt upright at the exact same tim

e that Mark came storming out of my bathroom, holding the damning plastic tube. Having been so shocked, so numb, I hadn’t wrapped the tests in toilet paper. I hadn’t even thought about hiding the evidence.

“What the fuck, Sophia?” he roared, waving the test at me. “What is this?”

“It’s a pregnancy test,” I said dumbly.

Mark scowled, thunder ripping across his face in a flash of fury. He threw the test against the wall. “I know that. Is it yours? Please tell me Beth was over earlier.”

I was incapable of lying to him about this, though I knew that I probably should have. At the very least, until I’d spoken to Brett. “She wasn’t. It’s mine.”

The anger fell from his face, replaced by the same kind of numb disbelief that I was sure was on mine. “You’re… You’re pregnant?”

He shoved both hands into his hair, pacing the length of my room like he was a caged lion. I could do nothing but watch him, still too freaked out to offer any kind of excuse of reassurance.

“Yes.”

“Fuck.” His gaze snapped to mine, blue eyes blazing with intensity and rage bubbling below the surface. “I know we haven’t talked about it, but haven’t you heard of fucking birth control? Condoms? The patch? The pill?”

I interrupted his rant when a sudden wave of anger crashed into me at his reaction. “Of course, I have. And I used it. None of those things are infallible, you know?”

Mark glared at me. “Don’t be fucking snarky with me right now.”

“What do want me to do, Mark?” I snapped. “I just got the biggest shock of my life not an hour ago, and now you’re yelling at me about birth control?”

He stopped his pacing, and I saw the fight rush out of his body. His shoulders dropped, and he came to collapse onto the bed beside me. “What’re you going to do?”

“I don’t know. I wasn’t really prepared for this.”

Releasing a heavy sigh, he turned to face me. “Have you told Mom and Dad?”

“No, not yet,” I said, staring at him like he’d grown antlers. “I told you. I just found out less than an hour ago. I haven’t told anyone. I’m not even really sure that I know yet.”

“How did this happen?”

I wasn’t in the mood to deal with him. I had to wrap my head around so many things that I didn’t even know where to start. “Well, you know, when two people—”

“Shut the fuck up with that shit,” he grumbled and rolled off the bed. “When you’re ready to actually talk, come find me. For the record, I’m hugely disappointed in you.”

“I know.” But I couldn’t bring myself to share the sentiment.

Mark crossed my room and leaned against the door. “Who’s the father?”

That was the million-dollar question, wasn’t it? Because it could only be one man, and I had no idea how I was going to break it to him. “Some random guy. I’ll handle it.”

Mark shoved his hands into his hair again, dragging them through it as he shook his head. Then he slammed my bedroom door behind him.

I sank back onto my bed, staring up at the white ceiling in my bedroom for who knew how long. The disappointed rage in Mark’s eyes was a crushing weight on my heart. My stomach roiled and rolled. For the briefest of moments, I considered calling Beth, but then I decided against it. Brett had the right to be the first person I told, voluntarily anyway.

I just had to figure out how to tell him that he was going to be a dad. And I was going to be a mom. How freaking crazy is that?

Chapter Eleven

Brett

“Sophia’s fucking pregnant,” Mark roared into my ear as soon as I answered my phone.