Admit You Miss Me (Irresistible Billionaires 1)

“Now? What the hell? No. You can’t show up at my apartment out of the blue to sign a contract.”

He looked at me squinting. “Are you drunk?”

“No, I was waiting for you so we could look over legal documents together. Get out of my house.”

“I’m not in your house,” he said. I stopped, looking over at him.

“What do you want?” I asked again.

7

Charles

She was drunk. Wasted. She stank of it and she could hardly get her words out without slurring. The first time we see each other after seven years and she gets trashed? Which one was it? Was this regular behavior for her or did seeing me again drove her to drink?

“You’re drunk. Why did you drink so much?”

“Mind your own business,” she said.

“You’re going to be carrying my child. How much you drink is my business.”

“I’m going to be carrying my child, thank you very much, since you’re a millionaire but also too cheap to get your own egg donor,” she snarked. I rolled my eyes. Was that what she thought it was? I could get an egg donor no problem but then the child wouldn’t be hers anymore. It wouldn’t be ours. That was what I wanted but now, she was almost making me second guess picking her.

“If I saw you like this, maybe I’d reconsider,” I said. She laughed loudly.

“I haven’t signed anything yet. Calm down. Like you don’t drink sometimes,” she said. She had a point. She was annoying me but I didn’t hate it. It had been seven years. Even pissed as all hell, some of that old personality I knew and loved was coming through. She didn’t let anyone walk over her. She hated being pushed around. I was glad that that was the same about her after all this time.

“Can I come in, please? I want us to look at some stuff in the contract.”

“No.”

“Please, Brenna,” I said. I wasn’t going to ask her to sign anything. She was too drunk but I did want to talk to her. I also wanted to make sure she was okay. She was so drunk I’d feel better knowing she wasn’t alone.

She shook her head. “I don’t want you to come inside my apartment. I don’t like that you came looking for me. How did you even know where I live anyway?”

“The clinic gave me your address so that I could send my lawyers over.” She made a face.

“You’re not coming in here. Just have your people call my people and set an appointment. That’s how you people do it, right?”

No, that wasn’t how my people did it. I hated that she saw me like that. There was no way I was sending anybody over to talk to her when I could do it myself. I had been waiting to talk to her again for the last seven years. I didn't want to leave. I mean, it was a reasonable request. She was drunk and on top of that she didn't really seem to be in the most chatty mood. I didn't think when I asked the surrogacy clinic for her address. All I saw was a chance to be close to her again and hell if I was going to let it get away from me.

We could do this when she was sober. Tomorrow, maybe the next day when she was sober and in a better mood, we would get a lot further in this conversation than we would tonight. I started to leave. I turned to go but my feet stayed rooted to the ground. What happened when I left? I'd just go home and probably go to sleep. Brenna would probably do the same thing here. Knowing that, I still couldn't do it.

My body physically didn't want to be away from her. After all of this time, I had finally found her, and we were going to be in each other's lives for a little while after this. I didn't want her out of my sight again. Really, if I had my way, I would drag her back to my townhouse and make sure she never left. Standing just a feet away from her I couldn't believe how I had lasted the last seven years. Her presence, her scent, everything about her was intoxicating.

That was nice to think about but it would never fly with Brenna. Not only did she hate people walking all over her, she also just didn't seem that pleased to see me. There was so much that I wanted to ask her. I had been hanging onto one question since the last time I saw her. After the summer we spent together, she disappeared. she practically dropped off the face of the Earth with no explanation. I tried but it was impossible to get a hold of her. I needed to know why. I doubted that she would tell me right away, but now that she was back in my life, I knew that I could ask her at some point. Not right now, obviously. Eventually. When she was in my space and we were both comfortable.

I used to think I was a patient man. Turned out I was wrong.

“Okay, you don't want to let me in. Can we talk about it somewhere else?” I asked her.

“I'm not coming to your house if that is what you are asking.”

“No, not that. A public place.”

“Where?”

“I don't know. I saw a place across the street when I was coming here. How about there?”