CEO'S Secret Baby: A Standalone Surprise Pregnancy Romance by Iona Rose (books for 5 year olds to read themselves .TXT) 📕

He pointed towards the cliff.

I could see he was directing her towards the enclosed restaurant there.

She thanked him and made her way towards it.

When I got in, I saw the large space, filled with a handful of guests, preferring to enjoy the scenic views of the valley from the safety of an actual built structure, rather than the exposed pergolas.

I looked around for her, but my cock was already stirring with anticipation. So I stopped for a moment, my hand against the wall as I tried to regulate my breathing.

This is not what this is about, I reminded myself. You’re just going to speak to her.

But how could I forget the way she had tasted in my mouth, and how her pussy had milked my cock of more pleasure than I’d ever thought was possible. During those moments, the delusion that she was made for me had been much too easy to latch onto. So now, it was a notion I couldn’t seem to let go of.

When I arrived at the women’s bathroom, I stood waiting outside the door, and in no time, it was swung open.

She walked out, her hand brushing her curls out of her face, and she didn't see me.

“Leah,” I called out.

She froze.

My heart kept pounding in my chest as I waited for her to turn around.

It took her a few seconds, but when she finally did look at me, many emotions seemed to flash across her face. “Hey,” she said, politely.

I straightened and slipped my hands into the pockets of my slacks. “Can we talk?”

She stared at me, her gaze boring into mine and then she shook her head as if to clear it. “No,” she said. “There’s no need.” With a smile, she turned around to leave.

My hand shot out and caught her slender arm.

“Carter!” Her tone was low, but sharp.

I ignored it. I was going to speak to her today, no matter the consequences. I pulled her with me into the bathroom and locked the door behind us.

“Hey!” She lashed out. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m leaving tomorrow,” I said. “So, let’s talk about what happened between us.”

This seemed to calm her, but her chest still heaved, rising and falling heavily as it tried to catch up with her breathing. “What’s there to talk about?” She asked. “We fucked and that was it. Isn’t that how it’s meant to go?” Her tone had gone cold.

It instantly seemed to make me want to show her otherwise. “Alright. So how about one for the road?”

I could see her steel facade crumble then, her eyes filling with moisture. “No, thank you,” she said and marched to the door.

Again, my hand shot out, and held it shut just as hers closed around the handle.

“Carter,” she said. “Don’t turn this into a scene.”

“Kiss me,” I urged. “Kiss me and I’ll let you go. What we had was casual wasn’t it? So this shouldn’t be too much of a problem.” Without even realizing it, I had surrounded her. Her back was pressed against the door to get as far away from me as she could, while I towered over her, my hand holding the door in place above her head.

“I don’t want to,” she said, but her tone sounded completely breathless.

I searched her face, stared into the fiery depths of her eyes, and found the lie. If I were to touch her right now, she would completely melt, but my pride wouldn’t allow me. She had pushed me away once… So this time around, she had to be the one to come to me.

And if she didn’t, then so be it. I had my moment with her… and that would have to be enough. So I stepped away and lifted my hand from the door. “Ok,” I said, my gaze on her lips then I raised it to meet her eyes.

Leah

My hand was white-knuckled against the door’s handle.

He’d stepped away but he was still too close, because at any moment now, I was going to lose my head and reach for him. I had to put an end to this, especially now that he was leaving. So I unlocked the door, and nearly ran from the bathroom.

When I returned to the pergola, the first thought in my brain was to leave with the girls, but as I settled back unto the cushions, I began to calm down.

I had done the right thing.

I’d been so close, especially after he’d said he was leaving, to throwing myself once again into his arms. But I managed to resist. I felt safe and strong, so I told the girls what had happened.

Tracy patted my arm in consolation, but Anne however, looked very unhappy with me.

“What are you so afraid of?” she asked.

Caught off-guard by the question, I shrugged. “Let’s not talk about this anymore.”

She pressed on. “Have you ever been in love, Leah?” She asked.

“Let’s move on.” I groaned.

“That’s exactly what we’re doing,” she said. “This is not about Carter. Marcus and Gordon… those are the only two guys you’ve ever dated, and you were with them for about four years in total. They did everything right by the books, didn't they? They were attentive and kind and never showed up late… so why did it end? And why weren’t you madly in love with either of them?”

“Anne let it go,” Tracy warned.

She refused. “I’m not going to.”

“Not everyone can be as emotionally detached as you, Anne,” Tracy said.

Anne laughed out loud. She looked at the both of us with incredulity. “Do you think that’s the problem here? Emotional detachment? She dated these guys for two years each and the day she broke up with them, she asked me the same question. ‘Why don’t I feel a thing?’ But let me tell you something… the day I broke up with David, whom I only dated for four months by the way, I thought I was going to die. I still haven’t recovered