Billionaire’s Secret Baby

“When can you start?” his gray eyes held her blue ones, and Mandy felt her stomach flip.

“As soon as possible, Mr. Brand.”

“Excellent, I will have movers come to your home in the morning,” he turned and pressed the intercom key on his desk.

Mandy moved without thought touching his arm. The moment her fingers brushed the fabric of his suit coat he froze. It was as if she’d burned him.

To make matters worse, she was now in his personal space. She could smell his spicy cologne and the mint on his breath.

Immediately, Mandy backed away, “I beg your pardon, Mr. Brand.”

He was frozen to the spot. His arm tingled where her fingers had just resided, and desire flared to life. Elliot was used to being around beautiful women. Hell, they threw themselves at him consistently. So, this insane attraction to a woman that was heavy with child was alarming to him.

“Is there anything amiss?” his voice had deepened an octave.

Mandy shivered as she remembered other things he had said in the same tone. Like, how amazing he found her tits and ass, and how he was going to fuck her until she couldn’t see straight.

“Please, don’t arrange for movers. I will only have a few boxes. I can rent a bed and dresser to be delivered.”

She would most likely buy a cheap air mattress, but he didn’t need to know that.

He was an ass, Elliot thought to himself. Of course, she wouldn’t have furniture living at her shit-head parents’ home.

“I do apologize if I didn’t make myself clear,” Elliot lied through his teeth, “The apartment is fully furnished, will that be a problem?”

Mandy’s cheeks heated as a happy smile crossed her face, “No, sir. That would be perfect, Mr. Brand.”

Elliot’s dick hardened at her use of ‘sir.’ That was something he could get used to. And then he felt disgusting for lusting after this pregnant woman.

She was about to be a mother for fuck's sake! Pull yourself together!

“I will see that someone is there in the morning to convey anything you wish to take with you to the new apartment, Ms. Johnson. For now, I will turn you over to Ian. He will get you into human resources to fill out paperwork.”

Mandy nodded, “Of course, Sir.”

This was going to be interesting.

**

the elevator feeling a kernel of hope flickering in her belly. For the first time in a long time, she felt like things were going to be okay.

kicked, and she laid a hand on her belly, “I agree,

Giggling at her own words, she exited the elevator when it opened and made her way back to where Ian was sitting behind the

he whistled, “Are you ready for this?”

was beaming, “More than ready! Tell me, how long have you worked

tough. I won’t lie. But the man is fair. Hang in there, beautiful lady, we are happy to have you with us!”

out all the necessary paperwork and then accepted the cab back to her

She opened her purse to pay the man, but he smiled kindly at her

If she weren’t such a whale, she would have skipped into The Grind. As it was, she happily

counter looked as if he was going to explode. His hair was frazzled, and

Kim hadn’t wanted Mandy to work there, but she’d filled in on more than one occasion.

prick are fighting in

husband, Andrew. But Mandy had no idea why he felt that way.

as she wrapped the strings

and said something under his

Mandy turned to the next customer, “What

to work. It was another hour before the office door opened and Kim’s husband, Andrew came storming out. Across his cheek was

to Kim who

was falling apart. You didn’t grow up in their house without getting a few hard knocks, usually

on Kim’s face startled her. Mandy

Mandy didn’t think about it as she marched up to Andrew and smacked his other cheek, “What did you

a dark red, “You both are fucking crazy!”

tone was almost devoid of emotion. That scared Mandy most of all.

“I won’t

shoulders and Mandy knew that something dreadful had happened. This wasn’t just a

your bitch.

shop. Mandy immediately went to

cheated on me,” her whispered cry almost ripped Mandy

tighter

on him to have a baby. He didn’t want kids, and he didn’t want to be tied down.”

every