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Let me Go! Mr Billionaire I THOUGHT YOU DON'T.....
“I thought you didn’t want that anymore.”“Let’s just say you make me want things I shouldn’t. And,” I shift onto my knees and put my arms around him, “for some reason, I’m feeling very horny.”That part is genuine. I can feel my arousal building despite feeling off-color, and now I’m touching Micheal; it’s building tenfold. I’m desperate to get his clothes off.“What about your sickness?” Micheal asks, still not reaching for me. “I'm still worried about your condition.”“Do you normally push away a woman wanting sex with you?”“No…”“Then don’t start with me.” I start to undo the buttons on his shirt. “You did say you would look after me tonight, yes? Then look after me.”Micheal groans, and suddenly I’m on my back as he kisses me fiercely. Our hands are everywhere as we pull at each other’s clothes, almost getting tangled up as we try to do the same thing simultaneously. I kiss his shoulders and chest as he throws off his shirt, and then his mouth devours my breasts once my pajama t
Let me Go! Mr Billionaire PREGNANT
What’s the harm in trying? If I want to pursue something with Lucia more than just the occasional round of sex.I’m going to have to leave and give her the space she needs before getting those answers.With a heavy heart, I put on my shoes and socks, checking that I have everything on me as I put my jacket and coat on. Then I walk back to Lucia, who is watching me with an expression that doesn’t know whether to be shocked or upset, her arms wrapped around her waist. She looks so delicate and innocent that I want to hold onto her and not let go.Instead, I kiss her forehead and step back before I pull her into my arms.“I’m just a phone call away if you need me for anything. You’ll let me know, won’t you?”“Sure.” Lucia’s mouth twitches. “I’ll let you know.”Something tells me that she’s pulling away again. I really don’t want that. But Helen is practically nudging me towards the door. Whatever is happening is not going to be revealed right now.And it will leave me in knots until Luci
Let me Go! Mr Billionaire Closure
“Well, the pill isn’t working if you’ve still managed to get pregnant. And Micheal was just here, so why didn’t you tell him?”“I don’t know.” I try to drink my tea, but it’s too hot, and my hands tremble. I put it to one side. “I wasn’t thinking clearly. I just needed him to get out of here before I had a panic attack.”“Oh, honey.” Helen looks torn. “I wish I knew what I could do to make you feel better. If I could take away…”“I appreciate you feel that way about me, Helen. I love you for it. But I have to deal with this.” I sigh heavily and rub my hands over my face. “I feel like crap. How do I tell someone I’m not even in a relationship with that I’m pregnant? I can’t see that going over well.”“How do you know? You need to tell him, and it can’t be that bad.”“But…”“Besides, he’s a dad already, isn’t he? And from what you’ve said, his kid is cool. I think it’s safe to say he’s a good father.”There is that. I can be sure that Micheal will be a good parent if Regina is anything
Let me Go! Mr Billionaire DISBELIEVING
Nathan looks pained.“I…I thought…once you had calmed down…”“What part of our communications said that I was calming down? I was calm every time until you contacted me, and you would wind me up again. Seriously, Nathan, take a fucking hint!” I shove him in the chest again. “Now get out of here before I have Helen call the cops. I’m not in the mood to deal with any of this. Fuck off!”“But, Lucia…”I manage to turn Nathan around to push him toward the door, but he stops when he sees something on the table. It takes me a moment too long before I realize that he’s seen the pregnancy test. Helen seems to think the same thing because she’s snatching up the test and putting it behind her back before Nathan can get to it.“What…Helen, what was that?”“It’s nothing to do with you, Nathan,” Helen says, darting away as Nathan tries to reach behind her. “Just get out like Lucia wants.”“I’m not…what you picked up…that was a pregnancy test, wasn’t it?” Nathan tries to grab at Helen, but she shov
Let me Go! Mr Billionaire I AM NOT A JEALOUS PERSON
I’m not thinking aboutthat, Dad! I mean, talking about being with a woman like they’re your girlfriend. You haven’t done that in a very long time. And there’s a spring in your step.”“A spring in my step?” I can’t help but laugh at that. “Given that I’ve felt like I’m in a slump, I’m surprised there was a spring at all.”“Granted, I’ve seen how low you’ve been and felt bad about it.”“How come?”“Because I love you, and I wish to help.” Regina frowns. “I hate seeing you sad.”I don’t think I can love my daughter more than I already do. She is far too sweet for her own good. I’m not looking forward to the teenage tantrums that are on the horizon. I’m sure that they’re not too far away.I squeeze her hand before I grab some fries and dip them in the barbecue sauce.“You don’t need to worry about that. It’s not your responsibility to make me happy all the time. You’re my daughter, not my mom.”“Grandma was concerned as well. She wasn’t sure how she would cheer you up, either.”“Grandma w
Let me Go! Mr Billionaire I LOVE HIM
I laugh at that comment.“I wouldn’t be surprised if you did. You are quite outspoken when you want to be.”“Someone has to be.” picks up some fries. “So what—are you going to make it official? I’m guessing, with how distracted you’ve been recently, you haven’t asked her to be your girlfriend.”“It’s easier said than done, Regina. It’s not like I can go up to her and actually ask.”“We do it at school all the time.”“Does that mean you’ve got yourself a boyfriend?”Regina laughs.“Not yet. But I’ve had guys come up and ask me on a date. I haven’t been out with anyone in a while, but it’s good fun.” She munches on her fries. “I'm just saying, Dad. If a thirteen-year-old can come up to me and ask me out, then a grown man like you can go to an adult woman and ask her on a date. Or ask her to be your girlfriend, whichever you want.”I shake my head.“Things change when you grow up, honey. It’s not that simple.”“Sometimes, that’s all you need. It must be embarrassing to have a teenager wi
Let me Go! Mr Billionaire YOU ARE NOT THE FATHER
Going downstairs, I find Dad out on the front lawn taking the dead roses off the bush. He looks up and gives me a warm smile. Then he straightens up and walks over to me.“Hey, sweetheart.” He keeps his pruning shears away from me and gives me a one-armed hug. “How was your nap? When I passed your room earlier, you were snoring away like a steam train.”“I was not!”“Well, you were. I take it you needed that.”I groan and lean into him, my head on his shoulder.“You could say that.”“Do you need me to get you anything? Your mother’s pregnancy was rough on her, and she found that a small bowl of ice cream worked wonders when she felt like crap.”“Ice cream? Isn’t that too much sugar?”If it works, I’m not going to argue.”I had already told Dad about my pregnancy, trying not to break down in the car when I called him. Dad was surprised, but he took it well. He did ask if the father knew, and I had to lie to him and assure him that it wasn’t Nathan’s baby. Dad doesn’t like Nathan after
Let me Go! Mr Billionaire YOU ARE NOT THE FATHER
“I know, and I do remember that offer. But I’ve got it handled.”“Are you sure? You don’t need to worry about your pride here. I’m your father.”I know that, but I feel awful asking anyone else after being so independent. It makes me feel like a scrounger. Dad says he knows I’m not, but it doesn’t make me feel any better.A car pulls up outside our house, distracting me from saying anything in return. It takes me a moment to realize who has arrived and is getting out of the car. My heart sinks. Oh, God, really? Did he have to follow me here?“Oh, great.” Dad has seen him as well. “Do you want me to get rid of him?”“No, I’ll do it.” I hesitate before walking past him. “Just be prepared to use the garden hose on him if he doesn’t bugger off.”“Why the garden hose?”“So you don’t take a swing at him. Getting him wet would be better than getting in trouble for smacking him.”Dad grunts.“You like to take the fun away, don’t you?”I ignore that as I storm over to Nathan, who is approachin
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Let me Go! Mr Billionaire Little Mon.....
It would be so easy to reach out and take the comfort and warmth and pleasure of being with him again. He’d wrap her in his arms and stroke her back and kiss her hair, and she’d feel his body stir with desire for her and…She’d missed him so much. But if she gave in to the need aching through her now,Micheal would be encouraged to stick around, and the inevitable consequences would be worse than her current sense of deprivation.Better to remain independent.“I don’t need your help, Micheal,” she said flatly.“That’s not how it looks to me,Lucia.” He reached out and took her left hand, fondling it warmly, persuasively pressing a link between them as he added, “I think we should get married as soon as possible.”“No!” She snatched her hand away, feeling as though he’d burned her. Her eyes blazed fierce conviction. “I won’t marry you, Micheal.”“Why not? It’s the most sensible, practical thing to do.”“I will not subject my baby to a father who doesn’t want her.”“If you’re worried about
Let me Go! Mr Billionaire It's my fault
She was tempted to hurl it in Micheal ’s face. It might sober him up. Whatever impulsive and stupid ardour had driven him into this room needed dampening down. He wasn’t thinking straight, any more than she’d been seeing straight. But she could see straight through him! Having figured out what she was doing in a maternity ward, he had a hot case of guilt.“You need looking after, Lucia,” he said gruffly. “And I’m the man to do it. Drink up now.”She sipped, just to moisten her throat. Then she glared her outrage at him. “Don’t you tell me what to do, Micheal. You have no right.”He returned a determined look. “I contributed to this situation and—”“You did not.” She cut him off with more belligerent determination. “You trusted me to get the contraception right, and I messed up. It’s all my fault.”“Accidents happen,” he said grimly.“Well, you don’t have to pay for this one. I take full responsibility.”“Sure! And you’re doing a fine job of it, letting yourself get so run down you alm
Let me Go! Mr Billionaire VISITING
Maurice’s question broke through the glaze of horror in his mind. They were looking quizzically at him. Had he missed something? Apart from a nine-month pregnancy?“Sorry.” He sucked in a deep breath and swallowed hard. “I was just thinking how great the three of you look together.”Ingrid laughed. “Time you found yourself a wife and started a family, Micheal.”Join the club. They all said that. Once they were caught in the family trap, it was as though anyone who was free of it was an offensive reminder of what they’d given up. The hell of it was he might very well have a child somewhere on this ward, a child whose mother had decided was better off fatherless than having Micheal in their lives.“Aren’t you thirty-something?” Ingrid persisted.“Darling, I’m forty,” Maurice reminded her. “Age has nothing to do with it. If I hadn’t met you, I’d still be a freewheeling bachelor like Micheal.”Micheal didn’t want to be a freewheeling bachelor. He wanteded Lucia. He didn’t care if she came
Let me Go! Mr Billionaire ARGUMENTS
“He’s got my ears, poor little blighter.”Micheal smiled. “Well, one can always resort to plastic surgery.”Maurice laughed indulgently. “They’re not that bad. He’ll grow into them.”“Bound to,” Micheal agreed, his face aching with smiling.Micheal obediently performed the comparison, studying the straight, aristocratic nose of Maurice’s buxom blonde wife and the longer, slightly bumpy one of his friend. He forced another smile. “Yes. Much the better nose.”Why was it obligatory to divide a baby’s features between the parents? It was inevitably done, like a ritual, perhaps affirming true heritage, or an assurance that a little replica would fulfil its parents’ expectations. Not only was it a deadly boring exercise to Micheal,, it almost drove him to snap, “Let the kid be himself, for God’s sake!”But that wasn’t the done thing.He wondered whom Lucia had been visiting on this floor. Not that it mattered. No point in trying to find some contact point with her. From the attitude she ha
Let me Go! Mr Billionaire Broken heart
Her hair was cropped short, but he couldn’t mistake that face, those eyes as she stared straight at him. Recognition, shock, disbelief, fear, anger…each expression pulsed briefly at him from a stillness that shrieked with tension. Then she whirled past him, jabbed a finger at the control panel inside the elevator and hugged herself against the back wall, glaring a fierce rejection of him until the doors closed.The message burned into his brain. She didn’t want him. She didn’t want anything to do with him. He quelled the raging instinct to chase after her, find her, make her listen to him. Useless. She’d made her decision to shut him out. It hadn’t changed. It wasn’t about to change. She’d just done it again.He forced himself to walk away, to check the room numbers he passed along the corridor. He’d come here to oblige a friend. Never mind that he had no heart for it. It gave him something purposeful to do. He had to forget Lucia.But why had there been fear in her eyes? He’d never g
Let me Go! Mr Billionaire Baby's dedication
Micheal darkly reflected, undermined every normal, congenial intercourse between intelligent adults. They infiltrated people’s lives even before they entered the world, then took over like tyrannical dictators. Nothing was safe from them.Micheal brooded over these truths as he drove through the tunnel under Sydney Harbour, taking the shortest route to Paddington and the Royal Hospital for Women. He wished Maurice had been satisfied with hearty congratulations on the birth of his son. It was totally unreasonable of him to insist Jack actually come and view the new pride and joy. Paternal enthusiasm run rampant. Micheal wondered how long it would last.One by one his friends had succumbed to the lure of fatherhood, only to find themselves knocked off their happy perches of being the main focus of attention in their households. They’d groaned out their misery and their complaints to him, envying his freedom from the chaos they had brought upon themselves.“Good sex is impossible.”“You
Let me Go! Mr Billionaire OUR BABY
“I think we can sort something out there. You don’t have to worry about that.” I tuck her hair behind her ear. “There's no doubt we’ve got a few issues to iron out, but I want to be with you. The fact that you’re pregnant with my baby is not the driving force, either. It just ends up being a bonus, that’s all.”“Does that mean…?”“That I want to raise the baby with you? Yes, I do.” I tilt her face up and kiss her softly. “I’m not asking you to marry me. I’m just asking you to be my girlfriend. Because I want to be with you—would you agree to that?”“Do you think I can say otherwise when I’m in your arms, and you’re kissing me like this?”“Okay.” I release her and step back. “How about now? Can you give me an answer?”“Micheal!”“What? You said you struggled to give me a proper answer when I was holding you.”“That’s not…” Lucia groans. “God, you’re an asshole.”“There is a teenager nearby, Lucia.”“I’m sure she’s said worse than that.” Lucia regards me thoughtfully. “You really mean i
Let me Go! Mr Billionaire BE MY FOREVER
“Could you put the kettle on and see if you can make Lucia a cup of tea? Then give us some space.”“Sure, Dad.” Regina hesitates. “Is it going to be okay?”I hope so. I send her a smile as I urge Regina to sit down.“I’ll be fine. Off you go.”Regina disappears, and Lucia frowns up at me.“You remember that I prefer tea to coffee?”“Of course I do. How can I not know when you’ve got teabags all over your apartment.”“Hey! No, I don’t!”“Close enough. I do pay attention to these things.”I sit beside her, and I have no idea what to say for a moment. How do I start this? Maybe with what I heard when I arrived. That would be a good starting point.“So…” God, I sound like a fool starting this. “You’re pregnant.”Lucia looks nervous, shifting a little away from me.“I am,” she mumbles.“And it’s my baby?”She doesn’t verbally respond. She nods, and I see the tears in her eyes. I’m about to ask why she’s about to cry when Lucia suddenly starts speaking so fast she’s almost tripping over her
Let me Go! Mr Billionaire FiGHT
Michael “There’s her dad’s house,” Katie says as she points. “Helen said it had some rose bushes in the garden with a red front door.”“And it looks like she’s already got a visitor,” I grumble as I pull up behind a black sedan. I can see Nathan and Lucia arguing on the sidewalk with a man I’m guessing is Lucia’s dad standing on the lawn with his arms folded and a garden hose in his hand. He looks ready for a fight. I can only hope he doesn’t turn that hose onto me.“Wait here, Regina.” I undo my seatbelt. “I don’t want you getting in the middle of this.”“Why?”“Just…do as you’re told, will you?”Regina sighs and sits back with her arms folded.“Okay, fine.”Grateful that my daughter is listening, I get out just as I hear Lucia shouting at Nathan.What are you talking about? No, of course not! Why would I waste my time and get back with a cheater?“Because I love you.”Well, I don’t love you!” Lucia snaps. She looks like she doesn’t know whether to lose her temper or burst into tear
