Page 60 of His Secret Virgin
Chapter 24
Emma
The talk with Christopher’s daughters had gone just about the way I had thought it would. They looked at me with hate in their brilliant blue eyes. They thought I’d gotten pregnant on purpose just to get their father’s money. None of it surprised me. But it hurt, nonetheless.
Christopher took me to his bedroom afterward. He held my hand as he opened the door to the giant room. “And this is your new bedroom, Emma.”
Masculinity being the central theme, the room had dark brown leathers combined with creamy fabrics that covered the furnishings. The oversized four-poster king bed had a thick coffee-colored comforter and four long fluffy pillows. “This is nice.”
Pulling me inside, he closed the door behind us. “I want you to add your own touch in here, too, baby. Add some of yourself to our bedroom. You know, like you’ve done with our cabin in the woods. I guess we don’t need to rent that anymore, now that I’ve got you home.”
A leather sofa set in one corner looked inviting, and I went to sit down to try to figure out what I needed to say to him.
He wasn’t wasting any time, trying to make me feel at home. “I’ll introduce you to the part-time staff that works here. Twice a week, three maids come to clean the inside of the house. The gardeners come once a week to take care of the outside. Three times a week the cook comes in. She takes care of buying the groceries, and the maids restock the bathrooms. You really don’t have to lift a finger around here if you don’t want to. And if anything doesn’t work for you, or makes you uncomfortable, we can change things around.”
“See, that right there is the problem, Christopher. That’s the way your daughters have been raised. My appearance in your life, and now our baby, threatens their lifestyle.” I knew that was the main reason they didn’t want to see their father with anyone, much less a fertile young woman who would conceive more heirs, cutting their inheritance down by millions.
He took a seat right next to me and intertwined his fingers with mine, holding our clasped hands on top of his leg. “They will have to get used to that fact, Emma. After all, the baby is already in existence. Nothing will change that now.” He kissed my hand as he looked at me with determination in his hazel eyes.
“They will never accept me. I’m younger than they are. It’s not going to be a pleasant experience, trying to be a family.” I felt overwhelmed and under-experienced. “By the way, you should know that I don’t have any idea of how to take care of a baby. Not a clue.”
He laughed and then let my hand go to put his arm around me, pulling me close. “You can learn.” He kissed the side of my head. “And we can hire a nanny, if you think that will help.”
“She better be old,” I said as I thought about some young woman living in our home, helping with our child.
Christopher saw right through me. “Jealous? How sweet.” He kissed my cheek. “You’re adorable, Emma.”
“I’m also quite uneducated about pregnancy.” I was as unprepared for that as I was for a baby.
“So, we’ll get educated about it.” He had an answer for everything. “I don’t know a hell of a lot about it myself.”
“I don’t see how; you’ve had two kids,” I mumbled.
“Lisa didn’t let me have much to do with her when she was pregnant.” He looked away as if the memory was uncomfortable. “This is going to be as new to me as it is to you, I bet. I’ve always wanted to be a more hands-on dad, but Lisa never let me be that to our daughters. I’m very excited, Emma. Very excited.” He kissed my cheek then pulled me around until I was straddling him, sitting on his lap, facing him.
For a moment, we just looked into each other’s eyes. Then I leaned in and placed my lips on his. I’d given myself to him over and over again and never made him take me. I wanted that man more than I’d ever wanted anything. And with the baby I now carried, I did feel like he was mine in almost every way imaginable.
Having this baby won’t ruin anything.
Life would be very different now, though. I would live in a mansion. Drive fancy cars. Wear expensive clothing. In a year, I probably wouldn’t recognize myself. And it had all started with giving myself to the man who’d stolen my heart.
The next day would be equally as brutal, as we had to tell my parents our news. But for now, we could relax and just be us. I suddenly became very excited about the future. If we could just get through the meeting with my parents, things might actually be more normal for us. No more stolen moments. No more hiding. No more sneaking. No more lies.
We had a few battles to fight. But for now, we could just make love and gather the strength to fight the next one.
Or so I thought.
Christopher’s cell phone rang, and he eased his mouth away from mine. “I better see who that is.” He pulled the phone out of his breast pocket and frowned at the name on the screen. “Your father. I better take this.”
I climbed off his lap, feeling weird being in that position with my dad on the phone. “Remember, I’m not here.”
He laughed then answered the call. “Hey, Sebastien, what’s up?”
“You’re one big piece of shit, that’s what’s up, Christopher Taylor,” came my father’s snarled reply.
Our eyes met, and I scooted closer to him as he asked, “What is that supposed to mean, Sebastien?”
“I got a call from your daughter Lauren,” Dad said, making my heart freeze. “She told me they put two and two together when gave Emma’s full name. Lauren called me to make sure I knew what was going on—I gave your kids my number when you had us over for dinner, and thank God I did! Lauren told me that you and my little girl have been seeing each other in secret for the last couple of months. She said that you got my little girl pregnant!”
