Page 5 of Secret Baby for Dr. Billionaire

My body trembled as my body collapsed on the couch.

I was pregnant.

What was I going to do? I couldn’t even have three meals on a good day, and now I had to take care of a baby? I’d have to baby-proof this tiny-ass apartment and add diapers and formula to my grocery list every week. And the hospital bills. Fuck the hospital bills. Tears started to roll uncontrollably like waterfalls down my cheeks. I blamed it on the hormones, being pregnant, and all.

My first initial thought was to call Frankie.

Frankie and I grew up in the foster system together, and we broke the rules, snuck out every chance we got, and we always ended up at the beach in Coney Island. I may not have found a family in the system, but I had found Frankie, who became my brother, even though whatever he feels for me is anything but platonic. But then I remembered that he was in Connecticut to secure a contract or something. Also, I didn’t want to call him right now because he’d drive back immediately for me and ruin the deal he was trying to close.

So, without another choice, I found my wallet in my purse on the coffee table, and with shaky hands, I unfolded the purple Post-it that had clearly seen better days. I dialed the number into my phone. The tears were not stopping. The phone rang. And rang. And rang some more. And then it didn’t.

“Hello?” His voice made me sit up straighter. He was so hot, even on the phone. The sound of busy people behind him told me I might have caught him at the wrong time or he was somewhere in public. “Hello? Who is this?”

“Uh… Hi. It’s Bonnie.” I didn’t recognize how frail and tiny my voice was.

“Bonnie, baby!” The smile on his face was audible from his voice. “I can’t believe you waited a month to call me back.”

“Hello, Clyde.”

“What’s the matter? Are you okay?” Fuck, he must have heard the distress in my voice. He always knew when I was in a tough situation, didn’t he? Suddenly the noise behind him seemed to go quiet, telling me he’s moved somewhere secluded. “Bonnie.”

“I… I’m pregnant.”

Three years of silence seemed to follow my revelation. I could clearly hear his breath stop as my stomach swirled, my gut in my throat.

“Is it mine?”

“Yes.”

“How can you be sure?”

“Because I haven’t fuck anyone aside from you for the past month.” Now I was just pissed. It was one thing to have his super sperms surpass the condom, it was another to question my integrity. I didn’t want this to happen, either.

“Fuck,” he cursed. “Is this some kind of sick joke, Bonnie? Because it’s not funny.”

“Why would I joke about something like this, Clyde? Do you think I’m over the moon with this pregnancy? It sucks.”

“Do you think I don’t have women calling me every day telling me they have my kids? What do you want? Fifteen minutes of fame in some tabloid? Money? I can send you a check—”

“Listen to yourself, Clyde.” God, this was ridiculous. I didn’t even know this man’s real name, and now I was carrying his child that he clearly wanted no part of. “I don’t want your fucking money. If you don’t want to do this with me, I’ll gladly do it myself.”

“Great,” he challenged. “So why the fuck did you have to call me then, huh?”

“I-I don’t even know.”

“Thought so. Goodbye, Bonnie.”

“Goodbye, Clyde.”

He hung up without another word.

I’d been in the foster system my entire life, and I grew up without a family aside from Frankie, yet I’d never felt loneliness like this before. So I allowed myself to weep the entire afternoon. By night, I tried to call Clyde again, hoping he might listen to me this time. But when I realized he’d blocked my number, I allowed myself to finish another box of Reese’s Puffs.

When morning arrived, I developed a sense of responsibility, and I promised myself that I was going to raise this child on my own and give him or her the loving family I never had. Even if I had to do it myself. Fuck Clyde, or whatever his name was.

Chapter one

Chloe

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