Knocked Up By My Billionaire Boss: A Billionaire's Baby Romance

by Ella Brooke

  “Brett, it’s me, open up!” Mark called out again, banging on the door as loudly as my heart was thundering in my chest.

  Chapter Nine

  Brett

  What the fuck is Mark doing here?

  Searching my hazy memories from the night before, I landed on the one where the tequila had told him that I’d gotten a room at the hotel for a date. Fucking tequila.

  I wasn’t nearly done with Sophia yet. I wanted to crawl into that pussy and set up camp there. Live there. Never leave there.

  She looked terrified at the intrusion. Her eyes were huge, and her body trembled, alhough that could’ve still been the orgasms. Seeing her come was a thing of glory, and I absolutely intended on seeing it as often as she could take it for the rest of the weekend.

  Sophia scurried out of bed, climbing over me in a rush. Her pert ass drew my attention as she did, and I couldn’t help but reach out give her light smack.

  My inner caveman wanted to pull her back to the bed, get her underneath me, and fuck her until she screamed my name again.

  But first, I had to deal with her date crashing brother. It made no sense that he was there. Zero. He was, though, as I was reminded when he called out again.

  “Dude, what’s taking you so long?”

  “I’m coming,” I yelled.

  Once Sophia and her clothes were safely in the bathroom, I crossed the bedroom, back out through the living room area of the suite, and swung the door open to glower at my best friend.

  “What the fuck, Mark?”

  He reeked of booze and flashed me a lopsided smile. “Hello to you, too.”

  “Seriously, ddue,” I said. “What are you doing here?”

  “Met Annie for a few drinks at the bar downstairs, but then she got called away on a work emergency, and I remembered you were here tonight.” Mark’s words weren’t slurred, so I knew that he wasn’t that drunk. Tipsy, at best.

  Which meant that I had to be very, very careful here. Drunk Mark would’ve been easy to distract. Still kind of sober Mark, not so much.

  “I’m here,” I said. “Did you forget the part where I told you I was here for a date though?”

  Mark craned his neck to look into the empty suite behind me. “Did you drag yourself out here, away from said date?”

  I shrugged. “Nope, chick never showed.”

  “That sucks, man. I’m sorry.” He reached up to pat my shoulder twice, then blew right past me into the suite. My stomach knotted uncomfortably, and a ripple of panic shot through my gut.

  Fuck, he’s going to find out.

  Mark stopped in the middle of the living room, turned around slowly, and whistled low. “Nice place you got for the night. Chick must’ve been quite something.”

  That she was. “Yeah, I guess.”

  He sank into the couch, crossed his ankle over his knee, and spread out his arms over the backrest. “So why you still here if she never showed?”

  “Already paid for the room, figured I’d enjoy it by myself anyway.”

  Mark smirked and waved a hand toward me. “That why your hair’s all messed up?”

  Shit. I’d smoothed it after I’d yanked my clothes back on, but apparently not enough. Outwardly, I maintained my calm, but on the inside, my mind was warring between ideas to get rid of him and fear that he was going to need to piss soon.

  The suite was large, and he couldn’t see the bedroom or the rumpled sheets from here, but there was only one bathroom. And it just so happened to be inhabited by the one person on the planet who shouldn’t be in it. A stab of guilt lodged itself squarely in my heart.

  Mark was going to freak the fuck out if he found her. I had to get him out of there. Now.

  I wiggled my fingers at him and flashed him most cocky grin. “Well, you know. I planned on getting laid tonight. I’m not opposed to getting the job done myself now that she didn’t.”

  He let out a shout of laughter and motioned to the room again. “Guess you did get the nice suite and all. Hope you bought yourself dinner first.”

  Running my fingers through my hair to try tame it some, I shrugged. “Nope, I’m easy.”

  He laughed again and rose to his feet. “You know there’s a whole bar filled to the brim with pretty ladies right in the lobby, right? Want me to wing man for you?”

  “Nope, I’m good here. Think I’m just going to chill and get some sleep. Last night was kinda rough.”

  “That it was.” He nodded. “Wanna go on that road trip in the morning that you passed on last night?”

  I shook my head. “Can’t. I’m going to have to work.”

  Work on getting Sophia to come at least a couple more times, but I wasn’t splitting hairs about it.

  Mark looked a little disappointed, but he didn’t say anything about it, and I didn’t ask. “Okay, I can see I’m not wanted here. Enjoy your whack-a-thon or whatever you’re calling it.”

  I flipped him the bird, and he smirked at me when he reached the door. “Fuck you too, brother. Oh wait, you’re already doing that.”

  He was never going to let me live this down, but I’d take it every day for the rest of my life if I had to. It was worth it.

  “Don’t let the door hit you on the way out,” I said, watching him open it and laugh as he let it slam behind him.

  Once he was gone, I headed back to room, and Sophia cracked open the bathroom door with a deep frown marring her features. “What did he want?”

  “To shoot the shit. He was downstairs with Annie, but she bailed, and I think he was bored or something. Come here.” I opened my arms, and she walked right into them. “You feeling okay after everything?”

  Those big blue eyes, like sapphires sparkling in the sun, found mine. She looked relaxed, happy even. “I’m feeling more than okay.”

  Chapter Ten

  Sophia

  Brett and I broke the one time only rule almost immediately. At first, we justified it by saying that it was meant to be one time in every position, but then, we started repeating positions, also almost immediately, and neither of us said anything about it ever again.

  We were avoiding having any kind of conversation that addressed either that or what it was that was going on between us. I was avoiding it, anyway. Brett hadn’t brought it up, so I just assumed that he was avoiding it, too.

  My crush had grown by leaps and bounds since we’d started sleeping together, and I was pretty sure that I liked him more than I should’ve. I had no idea how he felt about me, but the way he looked at me nowadays made me feel all fuzzy inside.

  I’d wanted to ask him on numerous occasions over the course of the three weeks that it’d been since I’d given him my virginity, but it was like we’d made an unspoken rule not to talk about it.

  Whatever it was that was going on, I loved it. Things were great between us. Where I’d thought he was hot before, I now felt profoundly drawn to him. Like there was invisible string that pulled me to him whenever he was near, and like I wasn’t a complete person when he wasn’t.

  I lived for our stolen kisses and hidden touches. I counted the days until we could be together again like it was my religion. We’d managed to snag a few nights alone here and there, a couple of times a week.

  Mark was busy at work with some project that Brett had helped him come up with, and Brett’s mom had gone to visit a friend in Florida for a week, but otherwise, we went back to the hotel and got lost in each other.

  Each time that we were together, it just got better. I didn’t think that I’d ever tire of him, and the thought scared me, but not as much as the square, cardboard box I was holding in my hand. Staring at my calendar at work the day before, I realized that I’d been so wrapped up in Brett that I hadn’t noticed that my period didn’t show up a week ago.

  I wasn’t too worried, because between the excitement about Brett and stress at work, I was sure that it was going to come any day now. But I’d bought a pregnancy test on the way home from work anyway. It was a whim that I’d given into
because I was passing a drug store when it hit, and it felt like the right thing to do.

  But I wasn’t pregnant. The thought was ridiculous. Brett and I had been careful each and every time. Not even once had we had so much as a near miss. We both brought condoms each time, and Brett made sure to sheath himself before he got near me.

  We talked once, about a week ago, about my going on some other form of birth control because I desperately wanted to feel him properly, skin-on-skin. But then we got sidetracked by Brett’s eagerness to go bare, and well, I’d done some research on the different options but hadn’t pulled the trigger yet.

  The wrapping of the test crinkled when I pulled it off, and I dropped it in the trash can next to me. The blue flap slid open easily, and I shook the instructional leaflet and the plastic stick out. It was the first test that I was taking, but I wasn’t an idiot. I knew how it worked, and it had a digital display screen, so I dropped the leaflet in the trash, too, and stared at the white plastic tube like it was going to bite me.

  Stop it. You’re not pregnant. Just get it over with.

  I sighed, then obeyed the firm voice in my head. The display lit up soon after, like it was obeying the voice to get it over with, too. Only, it didn’t quite say what I was expecting.

  Blinking at the black lettering over and over again, numbness spread through my limbs and my vision blurred. But the words didn’t change.

  2- 3 Weeks Pregnant, they said.

  Fuck me.

  That’s what got you into this in the first place, the voice said snidely. It had to be a mistake. These things malfunctioned all the time. I grabbed the spare I’d purchased because I wanted to be prepared, repeated the test, and got the same result.

  My mind splintered and spun. How was this possible?

  I’d looked at Brett like he was a superhero growing up, but surely, he couldn’t actually have super, latex defying sperm. Only, it seemed that he did. The little fuckers had to go and be just like him and give it their all.

  Who the hell was that fertile? The man basically had virility stamped on his damn forehead, so of course he was. But me?

  I’d never given much thought to having children.

  They were some obscure, maybe-in-the-future thing that I was sure would form part of my life one day, but not today. And yet somehow, I had a tiny little human growing in my belly.

  My hands flew to my stomach and though I knew it was physically impossible that my body had already started changing, it kind of felt like it did. There was a little part of Brett and a little part of me in there.

  Shit.

  Brett.

  We hadn’t talked about whether we wanted kids. I had no idea where he stood on that. We hadn’t even talked about the one-time thing. Kids were so far off the radar of things that we talked about, they might as well have been in another dimension.

  A borderline manic laugh pierced the bathroom, and it took a few seconds to register that it had come from me. I dropped the second test in the trash after the other, my fingers too numb to hold onto anything.

  Somehow, I managed to find the way to my bed, and I sank down onto it, folding my hands over my tummy. I was so lost in thought that I didn’t hear Mark knock, but suddenly, he was there, his head peeking through the door he had cracked open. I hadn’t even heard him come home.

  “I’m taking out the trash, can I come get the stuff in your bathroom?”

  I nodded absently, barely noticing the big black bag he held in his hands. I stroked my tummy, soothing my tiny baby and myself.

  Then it hit me. I sat bolt upright at the exact same time that Mark came storming out of my bathroom, holding the damning plastic tube. Having been so shocked, so numb, I hadn’t wrapped the tests in toilet paper. I hadn’t even thought about hiding the evidence.

  “What the fuck, Sophia?” he roared, waving the test at me. “What is this?”

  “It’s a pregnancy test,” I said dumbly.

  Mark scowled, thunder ripping across his face in a flash of fury. He threw the test against the wall. “I know that. Is it yours? Please tell me Beth was over earlier.”

  I was incapable of lying to him about this, though I knew that I probably should have. At the very least, until I’d spoken to Brett. “She wasn’t. It’s mine.”

  The anger fell from his face, replaced by the same kind of numb disbelief that I was sure was on mine. “You’re… You’re pregnant?”

  He shoved both hands into his hair, pacing the length of my room like he was a caged lion. I could do nothing but watch him, still too freaked out to offer any kind of excuse of reassurance.

  “Yes.”

  “Fuck.” His gaze snapped to mine, blue eyes blazing with intensity and rage bubbling below the surface. “I know we haven’t talked about it, but haven’t you heard of fucking birth control? Condoms? The patch? The pill?”

  I interrupted his rant when a sudden wave of anger crashed into me at his reaction. “Of course, I have. And I used it. None of those things are infallible, you know?”

  Mark glared at me. “Don’t be fucking snarky with me right now.”

  “What do want me to do, Mark?” I snapped. “I just got the biggest shock of my life not an hour ago, and now you’re yelling at me about birth control?”

  He stopped his pacing, and I saw the fight rush out of his body. His shoulders dropped, and he came to collapse onto the bed beside me. “What’re you going to do?”

  “I don’t know. I wasn’t really prepared for this.”

  Releasing a heavy sigh, he turned to face me. “Have you told Mom and Dad?”

  “No, not yet,” I said, staring at him like he’d grown antlers. “I told you. I just found out less than an hour ago. I haven’t told anyone. I’m not even really sure that I know yet.”

  “How did this happen?”

  I wasn’t in the mood to deal with him. I had to wrap my head around so many things that I didn’t even know where to start. “Well, you know, when two people—”

  “Shut the fuck up with that shit,” he grumbled and rolled off the bed. “When you’re ready to actually talk, come find me. For the record, I’m hugely disappointed in you.”

  “I know.” But I couldn’t bring myself to share the sentiment.

  Mark crossed my room and leaned against the door. “Who’s the father?”

  That was the million-dollar question, wasn’t it? Because it could only be one man, and I had no idea how I was going to break it to him. “Some random guy. I’ll handle it.”

  Mark shoved his hands into his hair again, dragging them through it as he shook his head. Then he slammed my bedroom door behind him.

  I sank back onto my bed, staring up at the white ceiling in my bedroom for who knew how long. The disappointed rage in Mark’s eyes was a crushing weight on my heart. My stomach roiled and rolled. For the briefest of moments, I considered calling Beth, but then I decided against it. Brett had the right to be the first person I told, voluntarily anyway.

  I just had to figure out how to tell him that he was going to be a dad. And I was going to be a mom. How freaking crazy is that?

  Chapter Eleven

  Brett

  “Sophia’s fucking pregnant,” Mark roared into my ear as soon as I answered my phone.

  “What?” I asked stupidly. I thought he was calling because we had plans later. It took my brain a few seconds to catch up with what he was saying.

  As if someone set the volume of the world on mute, the noise of my office just faded away. I was in the middle of the bull pen, just having checked the end-of-week performance reports, but it suddenly felt like I was in the middle of nowhere. My surroundings were completely irrelevant as five freight trains hit me with every frantic word that Mark said.

  “Yeah, I just found out.”

  It couldn’t be true. He had to be fucking with me, but he still didn’t know about Sophia and me, so he had no reason to think that pulling a prank like that would have any bearing on me whatsoever. “Are you sure?” I a
sked.

  “She took two tests, man. So yes, I’m sure.”

  “Holy shit.”

  The world slammed to a dead stop around me. It wasn’t hard to do the math. I was the only guy Sophia had ever slept with. But it still took me several loud, drumming heartbeats to put two and two together.

  Sophia was pregnant with my baby.

  Then her voice was in the background of the call. “Mark, who’re you talking to?”

  “Not you,” he snapped at her, and it stirred some protective instinct in me.

  “I’ll be right there,” I told him and hung up the phone without waiting for an answer. I was already in motion, my feet carrying me to the elevator and then to my car without the need for me to think about it.

  Reeling. That was what I was doing.

  For the first time in my life, I was absolutely, positively reeling.

  A small part of me, a part that I was immediately ashamed of, wondered if Sophia had been with somebody else after all. A fierce stab of jealousy and possessiveness ripped through my gut unexpectedly at even the thought.

  The facts were the facts, though, and I had to face them: I’d worn a condom every time I’d been with her, and none of them had been broken. I was sure of it.

  But I was also sure of Sophia. I’d known her for most of my life. We’d never talked about it, but I wasn’t fucking anyone else, and she wouldn’t, either. Would she?

  Had she?

  That same jealousy from before grew from my gut to my heart, an ugly green monster taking root in my very blood. I wasn’t one to get jealous about women. I’d never had any reason to be, but I couldn’t stop the feeling from poisoning my thoughts and growing in my body.

  Sophia was mine, damnit. I didn’t know when it happened or how, but she was mine. And so was that baby.

  If there was a baby. My mind raced with a million possibilities, but none of them made any sense to me. Was she making it up to get me to come clean to Mark? Was she trying to force my hand into a relationship? She knew me. She knew I didn’t date seriously. At most, I found women who had sex drives that matched up with mine, and we fucked for a few months before one or both of us got bored.