Page 37 of Playing Games with My Billionaire

I left Lindsey while she was still talking and made my way to my room. I braced myself for any possibility. I could feel my heart rate rising with fear. I had no idea who had come to see me, and the worst part was that I wasn't expecting anyone.

And I’ve left valuable work materials just lying around! NO!

What if they've sent someone to kill you? An industrial spy? A kidnap team casing the joint?

My paranoia set in, and I started to blame Lindsey for being nonchalant about security.

How could she just let anyone into my room?

As I got to my room, I could feel my heart go wild, and it felt like it would beat out of my chest. I opened my door, ready to call up all my martial arts skills if need be.

The face I saw as I stormed into the room was the last face I wanted to see. I stood at the door shocked to my core at the person who sat on my bed, smiling.

How didsheknow I was here?

"Are you just going to stand there staring at me, or are you going to give me a hug?" Lauren asked.

"What are you doing here?" I asked harshly. My anger rose as I realized she was the “guest” Lindsey had let into my room. She was the last person I wanted to see.

"Is that how you say hello to your girlfriend?" she pouted.

"Ex! Ex-girlfriend," I corrected her.

Lauren was a girl I broke up with a month or so before coming to the Lodge. I realized she wasn't into me but was just a gold digger. We had dated for two months, and those two months had been nothing but hell.

When I couldn't take it anymore, I called it quits with her, telling her I never wanted to see her again. So, having her in front of me did nothing but infuriate me.

"All that is about to change," she said with a smile, a smile that disgusted me more than she could imagine.

"What are you doing here, Lauren, and how did you find me?" I demanded to know.

I knew there was no way my assistant would tell her where I was.

The only other person that knew Lauren and also knew where I was … Eric! The bastard! How could he?

He was the only person I could think of that would tell Lauren where I was. I was going to give him an earful, but first I had to deal with the viper in front of me.

"I don't like your tone." She got up and walked to me. "You text me we should break up, and you run down to this local place. What are you doing in such a place? Slumming it?" She looked around the room, disgusted by its appearance. "Are you running away from me?" she asked.

"Don't flatter yourself, I don't need to run from you. I ended things with you a while ago," I reminded her, as it seemed she wasn't clear on the fact.

"And you're failing to understand that we can't be done," she retorted.

I looked at her with confusion.

What could she possibly be talking about?

I was clear in my text, and I stopped picking up her calls at the same time. I believed she was a thing of the past when I stopped getting her calls.

"I have no time for guessing games, so tell me why you're here and be gone."

"I am pregnant, Trev," she said flatly, obviously searching my face for a reaction.

Was I hearing things, or did she really say she waspregnant?

"What? What did you say?"

"You heard me—I'm pregnant, and it'syours," she said defiantly. I felt like the room was spinning.

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