The Baby the Billionaire Demands

I’m sorry I was scared last time. I’m not scared anymore.

Then she opened her eyes, as everything became suddenly very clear.

Later that night, when Rodrigo came home from his trip, she turned on the light where she’d been sitting on the sofa, waiting for him.

“Lola.” He looked surprised. “I thought you’d be asleep. What are you doing, sitting in the dark?”

Gripping her hands at her sides, she rose to her feet. “We need to talk.”

Rodrigo’s black eyes gleamed. “I’m glad you’re awake. I’ve missed you, querida.” He gave her a sensual smile. “I can hardly wait to—”

“A handsome stranger flirted with me today.”

He froze, staring at her. “What?”

She shrugged. “He was just being friendly. It would be no big deal, except it’s the second time he’s tried. And—” she paused “—it’s exactly the same thing that happened to all your other fiancées.”

His expression changed. “I heard how you spent the morning. Having coffee with Elise Patel.”

“Did Marnie tell you that?”

“She mentioned in passing you asked for Elise’s phone number. What I don’t understand is why.”

“Ulrika Lund came up to me at the awards ceremony in Madrid, while you were giving your speech.” Lola met his eyes evenly. “She had an interesting theory about why all your engagements ended.”

“Because they were unfaithful,” he said flatly.

“Yes, but why?”

He stiffened. “What kind of question is that?”

“Did you hire men to deliberately seduce them?”

Rodrigo dropped his suitcase with a loud bang against the floor. He gave a harsh laugh. “Is that some kind of joke?”

“Maybe you were just testing their loyalty. Or maybe...” Speaking her deepest fear, she whispered, “Maybe you were afraid of loving them, and wanted to get rid of them before they got too close.”

His black eyes glinted sparks in the small halo of lamplight as he came forward. “You’re insane.”

Lola set her jaw, trying desperately to appear strong, but her voice wobbled as she said, “Did you send that man to flirt with me today? Are you trying to get rid of me?”

“How can you even think such a thing?” he said in a low, dangerous voice, looking down at her. “After I decide to trust you—”

“Trust me! Is that what you call it, when you have Lester follow me?”

“That was for your own protection!”

“No!” she cried. Her chest rose and fell in quick, angry breaths. “It was for yours!”

The two of them glared at each other with matching ferocity.

Behind him, she could see the sweep of silver moonlight through the windows. He towered over her, powerful and fierce in the shadowy great room.

Reaching out, Rodrigo gripped her shoulders, searching her gaze. “Tell me this is a joke. You know I would not do such a despicable thing.”

“Tell me why, every time anyone gets close to you and starts to care, you push them away.”

“If you know about my exes, you know my reason—”