Page 2 of Oops Baby for the Billionaire
That’s a problem for after my shift is over.
I send off a quick, final reply.
Willa:I can’t solve this for you, Dad. I’m sorry. I have a place to stay tonight, and most of my clothes are already there. I’m at work right now, and need to turn off my phone or I’m going to get fired.
It’s kind ofcathartic to then focus of drying my bra. I press out as much water as I can with a towel, then turn on the hair dryer, which is more powerful than anything I’ve used before.
It probably won’t take more than a minute or two, and then I’ll slip back out to the party and nobody will even know I was ever back here.
Chapter 2
Roman
I builtan empire on ruthless real estate deals. No people skills required, just a keen sense of observation. A man on the outside, quietly getting very, very rich.
Hunting, hungering for more, my ambition knowing no limits, I’ve now set my sights on the tech world. But with the acquisition of corporations has come a new challenge—being fucking social.
Not my strength.
Not my interest.
I lasted five minutes at the cocktail reception in my brand-new penthouse on the top of the Techbridge Worldwide’s building.
Mine now.
Of course, the tower across the way is even taller. Thorne International’s headquarters dominates the skyline.
But insidethisbuilding, start-ups are born.
I’ve felt a deep pull to acquire this company for months now.
Mine now.Mine, mine, all mine.
Doesn’t mean I want to actually talk to any of the fledgling CEOs inside, though. They need to respect me as their king, not their peer.
I ampeerless, and I like it that way.
“This way, Mr. Thorne.” That’s my new assistant. He came with the penthouse. I don’t know his name, and I don’t care to.
I glare at him.
He cowers.
Good.
“I need a bottle of champagne,” I growl.
“Right away.” At least that part he gets right. One appears out of nowhere.
I snatch it from him and nod. “I’ll join the party shortly. Just need some air first.”
For an hour or two. I’ll go to the party to make a short speech before it ends.
I yank my tie loose as I stalk down the hallway toward the primary suite, remembering there’s a private terrace off my new bedroom—not that I’m ever going to sleep in this penthouse.
This part of the apartment should be empty.
It should…
