The Billionaire Bad Boy Secret Baby

nths l

om, staring at the stick in shock. This ca

ide me and pull out the second box I bought. You can never be too careful

nst the instructions. Just like the one I already took, it's simple. Pee on stick, set stick down, wait

hen I set the timer on my phone for the recommended waiting period. Oh god, this is pure torture. My bathroom

. I need to know for sure, though, so I take a step closer and breathe in deeply before letting out all the air in my lung

ed percent certain

he floor, still clutching the test in my hand. "Shit

of me many, many times. I thought I was on the pill, but between the stress of planning the party and the heady excitement of being with the billionaire, I must have forgotten my birth contr

ut he deserves to know that he's going to be a father. Plus, I don't know if I can do this on my

athroom floor and pick it up. Thank God I still have Pedro's con

any phone number and hit dial. The phone rings a

his is Wanda speaking. Ho

enda, and I own the catering and event planning business that hosted Mr. Fedrick

e, she answer

ment, p

econds before clicking back on a

t Mr. Fedrickson is un

ed. What should I do? "U

ive of her boss. Maybe she's had practice fend

iness is with Mr. Fedric

wal

s no way I'm going to reveal my pregnanc

now you called," she replies. Wit

name on a list and went from kind receptionist to bitchy robot. In fact, Wanda r

onde was my contact throughout the entire party planning process. She may

easier if I'd just gotten his personal number at some point that night. Sure

ntha's info. This might be my only hope. Her phone rings for

tha," comes th

Mr. Fedrickson's home two months ago? I was wondering if I could get Mr. Fedr

kson will go through me, and right now, I know we won't be needing your services in

before she can

in my voice. I hate that I'm at the mercy of this snobby, cold bitch

says in a chilly voice. "Rest assured, I will

nd beg her for Pedro's number, but it's impossible. She's got no heart, and it'd

that's kind of where I am in life. The man who got me pregnant deserves to know, so I have to physically go to the m

icle and drive. And when I make it to Pedro's long driveway, I park the car and just sit there for a while, mind still churning. I don't even have a plan of action-what do I even say? I'm s

e way I see pregnant women do all the time. How big is the baby growing inside of me right now? How much bigger will I get? Is it a boy or a gir

t would be like this. I pictured a nice house with a nursery decked out with stuffed animals, and a loving husband to boot.

to keep me warm still, so taking a deep breath, I compose myself. Slowly, I open my car door and march up the stairs to the mansion entrance. The large, wooden doors have a

u?" he asks, eyein

event planner. I'm here

sitors," the giant man says without a pause. "As his h

bout? What if I had important business m

n. "It's very import

sounds from behi

" a man with a British acce

man rolls

owls, annoyed. "Just some woman a

opping out from behind one massive shoulder. When he sees me, his

t time. Has Mr. Fedrickson failed to send your check?"

h fine," I say quickly. "I j

es his head

't available. Is there anyth

my head

. Fedrickson because it's very important.

face grows

g to close the door. "I'm afraid he's been occupied with business. If

en who are desperate to speak with Pedro. But the thing is, I'm really desperate and have a pressing issue that can't wait. I get that he's an important b

ded by a coterie of people whose job is to kee

h all my muddled thoughts. I'm overwhelmed by the questions I asked myself earlier. What if I'm never able to reach Pedro? What am I go

r own accord to hold my stomach once more. The baby is still so small and helpless, and despite the fact that I know my child is nothing more than a tiny pea right now, love already swells in my he

ary. I'm going to keep the baby, come hell or high water, and he or