Page 38 of Playing Games with My Billionaire

I tried to compose myself.

Think fast, man!

"It has everything to do with you, since you're the father of my unborn child. You were the last man I was with."

I didn't know what to say, feel, or do. I froze. I could feel my head empty as if the plug was pulled. I wanted to throw up.

"That's not possible. It can't be me," I said, feigning confidence. " Besides, you were on the pill."

"Pills aren't always one hundred percent sure. Believe it or not, this child growing in me is yours," she rubbed her tummy gently and gave me a shark-like smile.

I went to the chair at my workstation and collapsed on it. Thoughts flowed in and out of my head, none of them settling. I couldn't believe that I was going to be a father.

Lauren walked up behind me and put her hands around my neck. "I always knew we were meant to be—this baby is proof of that." She took a deep breath. “I'll be a good mother for this baby and an amazing wife for you."

Her words snapped me back to reality. "Whoa! Don’t get ahead of yourself!" I wanted to say more, but that was all I could manage.

"I know it's a lot for you to take in right now. Me, too."

"I want to be alone. Go, please," I said to Lauren.

She didn't argue with me. She walked around and came to stand in front of me. "I'll be at the Imperial Hotel, room twenty-one. It's 45 miles from here in case you were wondering. You can call to reach me there." She threw a card on the table.

I didn't bother to look at the card, or her, as she left. My head was blank. I was lost in another world. A world unknown to me. I couldn't wrap my head around the fact that Lauren was pregnant with my child.

But was she? We’d had such a stormy relationship.

After she left, I could barely focus on anything. I stared at my new sketch pads, and the reason for buying them eluded me. Nothing made sense anymore. I went to the bed and crashed on it. I couldn't comprehend the conversation I had with Lauren.

I felt like I needed to talk to someone, but also felt like I wanted to be alone.

You sure are in a mess now.

A part of me hoped that Lindsey would walk into the room, but I knew after my reaction to her letting a stranger into the room, she was surely pissed off at me. There was no way she would come check on me.

I stretched out on the bed and fell asleep. I wanted to wake up and everything I had heard was a bad dream.

Lauren wasn't the kind of woman I wanted to raise a child with.

Lauren wasn't even the woman I wanted to spend a nanosecond of my life with.

Chapter 20

Lindsey

Icouldn'tbelievewhatTrev had accused me of doing. I looked after him as he stormed away with so much anger.

Truly, he had a point, I shouldn't allow a stranger in any guest room. But I hadn’t. And he didn’t believe me. He didn't even wait for me to tell him so.

I was talking to him, but he was more concerned about whoever it was in his room. I could see the fear in his eyes. I couldn't help but think he was involved in something shady.

If the lady upstairs wasn't family, as I had only assumed, who was she? The possibility of her being a lover or a spy crossed my mind, so I followed Trev. I was right on his heels. I wanted to be there when he confronted her.

And to give that stranger a piece of my mind for breaking into guest rooms! How dare she!

Before I got to him, he was already inside the room, his door still ajar. I could hear him asking her what she was doing there, and I could hear them talking. Even though it wasn't all clear, she wasn’t someone he appeared to like. Or even wanted to talk to.

I could have left, but curiosity got the better of me. I stood by the door, eavesdropping on their conversation. I strained my ears to keep up with what they were saying.

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