Page 14 of The Billionaire's Baby
She crossed the small apartment and opened the door. The person who spoke was out of her line of vision, but she would recognize that voice and accent anywhere. Her heart jumped and then sank to the pit of her stomach. Favian.
“I wonder if I may speak with Adira, please?” Favian said.
Lynette looked back at her and her eyes sparked fire. Oh, no. Adira knew that look well and began to move towards the door.
“Oy, are you the American who knocked her up? And look at this, he brought a friend,” Lynette said angrily.
“Wait, what?” Favian said, confusion tinged his voice.
“Lyn, no!” Adira said.
But it was too late. Lynette reared back and punched Favian on the jaw before Adira could get there. She would’ve punched Favian’s friend too if Adira hadn’t grabbed her hand and dragged her back. In her attempt, she tripped and landed on her butt in the middle of the floor.
“Oh, damn bloody hell. I’m so sorry, Adira. Are you okay? Shall I ring for an ambulance? Did you hurt yourself or the baby?” Lynette cried out.
“What baby?” Favian roared.
“The one you put in her belly, you sod!” Lynette said angrily and looked at Favian’s friend. “And who are you, yeah?”
“Remy Santiago,” he said and casually leaned against the door. “Favian, you take me to some of the most interesting places.”
Adira looked up at the man dressed casually in T-shirt and jeans with a leather jacket compared to Favian’s suit. He was not as tall as Favian but still handsome. She met his eyes and he gave her a wink while Favian and Lynette continued to argue. Adira liked him instantly and she was suddenly very tired of everything, especially hearing her friend yell at Favian.
“Oy, enough!” Adira shouted and everyone went silent. She gave a long sigh of relief. “Thank you. Lyn, apologize for hitting him.”
“Bullocks that! He—”
“Did nothing to you, so apologize.” Adira finished the sentence for her.
“Fine, I’m sorry,” Lynette said and stuck her tongue out at Favian. Remy, who was still leaning against the door, grinned.
Favian turned to Adira. “You’re going to have a baby—my baby?”
“No, I’m having my baby,” Adira said. “I doubt you’ll have time to be a father when your harem of women come calling.”
“You have a harem and didn’t share?” Remy teased.
Lynette smirked. “You’re a cheeky one. I like you.”
Remy winked. “I like being liked.”
Favian made a frustrated sound in the back of his throat. “Is there somewhere we can talk privately?”
“The bedroom is through here, follow me. It won’t make a difference though. I’m not getting rid of my baby nor do I want anything from you,” Adira said defensively.
“Don’t let him touch you, love. That’s how the bun got in the proverbial oven in the first place,” Lynette pointed out.
“Thank you for that statement, Lyn,” Adira said drolly. “Shouldn’t you go over to your flat and get ready for Billy?”
Lynette nodded. “Yeah, I guess so, but if they try to bully you, ring me up and I’ll come with my cricket bat and knock them silly.”
“I’m disappointed you’re leaving,” Remy murmured.
“I’m sure you are.” Lynette winked as she walked by. “I’m a saucy wench. You Americans wouldn’t know what to do with me.”
“A few things come to mind,” Remy’s smile widened.
“Remy, down,” Favian said.
“Is that what you two do? Hit on women and see who racks up the bloody highest score?” Adira snapped.
“I usually win,” Remy teased.
“You are not helping the situation,” Favian pointed out.
Remy laughed out loud. “I’m not the problem, buddy. Go do your thing. I’ll sit here and catch some telly or whatever the Brits call it. Go talk.”
Favian followed Adira down the hall and into a room. As soon as he closed the door behind him he pulled her into his arms. “Mi querida, I’ve been searching for you.”
“Let me go, Favian. I’m not that stupid. You can keep your pretty words. Hillary told me everything.” Adira stepped out of his arms. “Don’t worry. You can go back to New York. I don’t want a penny from you.”
“Do you think I am the kind of person who would turn my back on my flesh and blood?” Favian asked.
“I don’t know. Hearing your sister tell it, you like to play it fast and loose. I already got myself tested in case the baby and I should have problems,” Adira said.
“I am not some disease-ridden male slut who lays with every Becky Sue in New York City,” Favian said in frustration. He pulled her down on the bed to sit next to him. Adira sat stiffly looking at the wall by the door until he turned her to face him. “Long story short, Hillary lied to you. The evil…witch thought she and I would be a couple.”
