All Chapters of The Billionaire's Baby Mama: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

BETH- PRESENT“What!” I cry softly as he rises to his feet and begins to pace.“You and I are different people now, different from who we were when we met. I love you, Liz, I really do!” He exclaims and pauses in front of me. “But not enough to marry you.”I listen quietly while he speaks, not interrupting, and not asking questions. My ears are ringing and my pulse is racing. I feel like hyperventilating while I have a panic attack. ‘You're not good enough for him,’ a part of my brain informs me and I start to gasp for air.“Elizabeth, Liz!” He exclaims with alarm and grabs my shoulders and I instantly shrink away from his touch.“Why?” I ask. “Why am I not good enough for you to marry?” I ask in a calm voice, after locking my emotions away.“I didn’t say that you aren’t good enough.” He instantly defends.“Why then? Why can’t you marry me!” I deadpan.“Because you are boring! Our relationship is boring!” He yells and resumes his pacing“Huh?” I ask in disbelief.“You used to be fun a

BECK- PRESENTLong meetings with potential new clients are hard and tasking both mentally and physically; emotionally too, sometimes. However, no amount of ornery new clients can shake me as much as a ‘talk’ from my father.At sixty-five, my father still strikes an imposing figure, with his full head of gray hair and well-kept and groomed body. Many find it attractive and have even ventured to call him debonair. He runs a tight ship and every one rushes to do his bidding, whether family, friend, staff or paparazzi. They all simply adore him.But I know the truth about him. I think Alessia knows it too, but she is too much of a kiss ass to do anything about it. I know that my father is just a manipulative thug. Be it business or pleasure, he is used to getting his way; and everyone he has ever taken advantage of never knows that they have been manipulated.I suppose that I am like him in a lot of ways, not just in looks. That is why I can sense his plotting a mile away. So, when he cal

BETH- PRESENTIf the saying, time flies by when you are having fun, is true; then the opposite can be said for when you are not. Having Mary by my side helps relieve some of my heartache, but not all. Chase still calls every day and I'm beginning to think that I overreacted. When I mentioned this to Mary, she scoffed and assured me that men love what they can’t have; that Chase is merely caught up in the thrill of the chase. We had both laughed at word play and put it aside.His calls did not alleviate the nervousness I feel about Alex’s party. Alex must have received my reply because she has been calling nonstop. I try to sound as animated as she does over the phone, but my awkwardness is glaringly obvious; I was never good at small talk. But Alex being Alex, our conversations are anything but awkward.My nerves are frayed at the thought of seeing Alex again after eight years. So when I dress for her party, I am very nervous. I decided to go with a look she knew me with, so I matched

BETH-PRESENTI didn’t think it was possible, but he deepens the kiss until it feels like he is about to consume me. My whole body is on fire and I am a moaning mess. Each sound I make seems to embolden him, and I cannot believe that some of the sounds are coming from me.When he bites my earlobe, my back arches. More! I want more! My hand trails down his abs, tracing every muscle. I want to explore every inch of his skin. He palms my breast and my moan answers his growl. His eyes, which I have always loved to watch, become stormy with his passion. My back is still against the door, he leans into me and grinds into me and I moan.“You like that, arcobaleno?” I don't know what that means, but he does it again. I continue to moan as he humps me against the door, while trailing kisses from my earlobes to my collarbone until I am about to come. Then he suddenly stops and pulls back from me. I whine at the loss of contact with his heated skin. My knees almost buckle when he sets me down."I

BETH- PASTBeck and I are in the treehouse. It is old, and Mary always warns us to stay away from it, but it is our special place. It is raining cats and dogs and the wind makes eerie sounds as it rattles the rickety old place. With only a threadbare blanket, we are cold; but huddled together under the blanket, all is right in my world.No one else knows that Beck is afraid of thunder. He told me that his mother died in a car accident during a thunderstorm. I like that no one else knows his secret, it makes me feel special that the boys don't know."Rainbow, I'm scared." He confesses as a gust of wind rattles the boarded up window. "I am here for you." My arms wrap around him. We are both shivering from the cold, but I don't mind it much, I am with Beck. "Sing for me." He whispers, so I hug him tighter and sing soft kitty. I sing him lullabies until I hear his soft breathing, then I settle beside him and fall asleep too."Wake up!" A frantic Jace shakes us awake. When I open my eyes,