Brandon (Anderson Billionaires #3) - Melody Anne Page 0,41
He took another bite to keep himself from spouting out a bunch of other words that didn’t need to be said.
“Is that all?” she pushed.
“What am I supposed to say?” he asked. That was probably a much safer bet.
“What happens when it ends? Are we going to be awkward around each other?” she pushed. She leaned on the other side of the counter from him, giving him a delicious view of her perfect cleavage that was making it hard for him to think. But he shook his head and repeated her words in his head before he opened his mouth.
“Why does it have to end?” he questioned.
“Are you proposing?” she asked, an impish look in her eyes.
His gaze narrowed. “Are you trying to scare me away?” he asked, wondering if she was playing those games she’d said she hated. She’d accused him of doing just that, but it seemed she was the one holding the dice at the moment.
“I’m just asking logical questions,” she said with an innocent shake of her head.
“We’ll never know what’s going to happen if we let this feeling slip away from us,” he told her. He was surprised by how much he meant those words. He wanted to explore all he was feeling when it came to Chloe.
She tilted her head to the side, as if she was considering what he was saying. He liked that. Maybe this was the progress he so desperately wanted and needed. Before he could find out, the door chimed again, and he felt a chill travel down his spine. He turned around to find out why.
“Hello, Brandon.”
He froze, unsure of what was happening.
“Alexandra?” he questioned. She smiled, her perfectly painted red lips turned up in a fake smile that had once turned him on, her blonde hair perfectly straightened, and her three-thousand-dollar shoes clicking on the tile floor.
“Hey, lover.” She stopped in front of him and leaned in, placing a kiss on his stunned lips. He was so shocked he didn’t have time to stop her.
“What are you doing here?” he asked. He hadn’t seen her in over a year. They’d had an incredibly hot weekend, but he’d known it was a mistake from the second he’d woken up with her at his side.
In his younger and more carefree days, she’d been the perfect woman. She hadn’t asked for much, and he had been able to walk away guilt-free. But after meeting Chloe, he’d discovered he wanted more than that. They’d parted, and he’d thought it would be the last he’d ever see of her.
“I just thought it was time you met your son,” she said.
The room went utterly silent. Brandon stared at her in horror before turning to see the devastated look on Chloe’s face. Before he could say a word to her, she was gone. His eyes narrowed as he turned back to face Alexandra. Fury washed through him.
“There isn’t a chance I have a son with you,” he said, his voice quiet but filled with rage. She didn’t so much as blink as she gazed back at him mockingly.
“Do you not understand how babies are made?” she said as she pushed a piece of her hair behind her shoulders. She barely moved. The woman was a robot. How had he not seen that before? How had he ever been attracted to it? Maybe it was because he’d put himself through hell after losing his mom.
“I understand clearly how they’re made, and we slept together once, and the condom didn’t break,” he said with steel in his voice.
Her eyes narrowed. “Accidents happen, Brandon. Do you want to meet your son? It’s time you step up and take some responsibility,” she said. That’s when he noticed the panic and fear in her eyes. She covered it quickly, but it was there.
“Let’s take a walk,” he said. This was the last place he wanted to have this conversation with a former fling. He wasn’t sure he’d be able to convince Chloe this was nothing more than a misunderstanding. That infuriated him more than anything else. He’d been making progress, and now this was going to take him right back to the starting line.
Alexandra followed him from the restaurant, and he kept several feet between them as they moved down the dreary street. It wasn’t raining, but it smelled as if it was going to start at any moment.
They made it to the park, where no one seemed to be around. “Explain what’s going on,” he said.