The Billionaire's Illicit Twins - Holly Rayner Page 0,16

baby was going to look a whole lot worse.

And my plan wouldn’t accept losing my position over something like that. Plain and simple.

Besides, would he even care that I was having a kid, and that it was his? He hadn’t struck me as the kind of guy who really wanted to start a family. Would he just take the news and go on with his life like it didn’t matter? And would it break me if he did?

Or would I be relieved that he didn’t want to be a part of our life?

And then the final question: Did I have any right to keep it from him, regardless of how much I didn’t know whether I wanted him involved?

I suddenly made a decision and reached out to grab the raspberries. Then I made my way quickly toward the checkout lines. I needed to get out of here and get home. I had a phone call I had to make.

And a big bowl of ice cream with frozen raspberries to eat before I did.

Chapter 10

Bella

The moment I got home, I glanced at my phone. Only five in the afternoon. Yes, it was a Saturday, and normal people were at home today, doing things like barbecuing with their families or watching a football game or taking a dance class.

I mean, maybe. I didn’t know anyone who spent their Saturdays at dance class. But I didn’t know that many people. Maybe that was something people did when they actually had someone to dance with.

But let’s be honest. Ethan Parker was no ordinary person. Hell, it was a fluke that I was home, and I wasn’t nearly as high up in the corporate world as he was. So I was betting that he, like any other workaholic CEO, was in the office right now, working away at whatever Very Important Business he had going on.

And honestly, thank God for that. Because it was going to make it a whole lot easier to find him. Getting his personal phone number would have been… well, impossible, honestly. I was sure he had all sorts of protections in place to keep people from doing just that, on top of the regular privacy laws that made it so difficult to get someone’s phone number unless they specifically gave it to you. But finding the number for his company, and from there, asking for the big man on the top floor himself?

Easy. As. Pie.

A quick search gave me the number for the Harmon-e offices and, assuming that he either worked in the building or that the receptionist there was both working and could tell me where to find him if he wasn’t actually in that building, I hit ‘dial’ on the number and put the phone up to my ear.

Only then did I start to think about the fact that I hadn’t yet figured out what I was going to say. And I was the kind of girl who liked to go in with a script. It helped me stay on track and make sure I said what needed to be said.

Well, the deed was done, and the phone was ringing. I’d just have to wing it. I liked a script, but I’d also always been quick enough on my feet to be able to get through situations like this without any rehearsal, if I needed to—which was what made me such a great trial lawyer—so I’d just fall back on those skills.

After all, it wasn’t like there was a whole lot to say, here. We’d been sloppy and I’d gotten pregnant. Now I was having the baby and didn’t expect anything from him, but thought it was the right thing to do to let him know.

Period. End of story. Easy-peasy.

Three rings in, and a woman who sounded more like a robot than a human being answered the phone.

“Harmon-e Music Group, corporate offices.”

Right, so maybe not as easy as I’d thought it would be. Because it suddenly occurred to me that I needed to ask for Ethan himself—without sounding like a total creeper. But then I realized that I actually had the perfect excuse.

“Yes, this is Bella Mayfair, representing Mr. Josh Lee. I won a settlement against Harmon-e a few months ago but we still need to work out that contract with Mr. Parker. Can you connect me to him, please?”

Please don’t realize that I should be talking to his lawyers instead of him, I prayed as I waited for her answer.

I sent another prayer out into the atmosphere