Page 100 of The Billionaire

“It’s not your fault. See, that’s what I’m trying to let you see. You woke me up inside. It wasn’t just sex to me.” He leaned in and quieted his own voice.

His hand went back to my own hand, lightly smoothing my sensitive skin, making it very hard to focus! “You brought life back to me. Made me feel things.”

“I just don’t get it though. How can it not be the sex? We met at a sex club. You bid for me. Saw me naked. Our entire relationship has been physical.”

He shook his head.

“It hasn’t. It’s not. Remember? I knew of you. I saw your file. I knew, know, all about you. You’re southern. Sweet. Good morals. Cares about people. The world’s a crazy place, and you don’t meet too many sweet southern young women…a woman. I don’t do what I did with you with just anyone. Taking you to Maui…that was personal. Sharing with you about my twin brother. My dad. You make me want to share these things with you. This past month was pure torture for me.”

“Me…me too.”

“Excuse me. May I offer you two something to drink?” an eager server politely asked.

“I’ll have a bottle of your 2011 Pinot Gris from Willamette Valley please.”

“I—”

My stomach flipped at the thought of wine and the acid taste and overwhelming smell. Everything made me nauseous. I just would have to tell him soon. Before I smelled the wave of tang.

I took a sip of my Sprite to settle my stomach.

“I’ve felt that way, too. Kyle. I’m sorry for accusing you. You said not to Google, and I did. I just…felt like it was all too perfect. Us. This. My mind was going crazy with thoughts, scenarios. You know how I am.”

“It’s what I love about you.”

I felt so nervous this signaled my stomach to turn. I had to tell him. I was about to tell him. But I had to run to the restroom first. A wave of nausea was coming.

“I’ll…be right back. Sorry.”

I walked back slowly to the table but saw the wine in the glasses and I couldn’t be near the smell. I inhaled a breath and covered my mouth with my hand.

“Can you please…move the wine away? From my side that is. Sorry. I know this … I know I’m being ridiculous.”

“Sure. Sure baby.”

He moved the glass to the edge of the table and a fresh sea breeze blew my hair as I inhaled confidence. I sat down and took another sip of sprite.

“Someone been partying a bit too much? Bad hang over?”

I sighed and looked up at him with big eyes. I bit my lower lip and stared at him with what felt to be an eternity as he sipped his wine and placed it back down.

“Like I said, I wanted to give you your space you know? I freaked out like that and I just thought to myself, maybe she’s not ready. Maybe you needed space. But then I realized, that you’re right. Love can’t be bought. Maybe you….” He took another sip of wine. “Maybe you don’t love me like I love you. And before you answer that, I see your hesitation and shock. I wasn’t going to let you get away that easy. But I wasn’t going to stalk you anymore with presents each day. I was just going to slow it down. I mean, my heart’s on the line here, too, you know. And during that time of not talking to you I had to realize this—us, was worth the risk. And of course I think it is. But…what, why are you looking at me like that?”

Here we go. As much as I wanted to keep hearing his thoughts…I couldn’t wait any longer. He had to know. I had to tell him.

“Kyle…I’m pregnant.”

He fought to break his cough.

Oh no. This isn’t good.

He pounded his chest with his fist all the while reaching for my own water glass as he gulped the entire thing before placing it down. He looked at me, jaw open, his baby blues filled with water from the wine obviously going down the wrong tube.

“Pregnant? Were…were you with someone else while we were together?”

“No! Of course not!”

“I’m sorry…I’m just…I have to ask. You were on birth control.”

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