Billionaire Flawed 1(15)

After a pleasant date, we were driving back to my place. Like most women, this one had babbled on and on about how unusual it was for her to go home with a guy on the first date. I was sure the speech was meant to make me feel special, but it just made me feel bored and allowed my mind to return to Amelia.

Noticing my diminishing interest, the model, whose name I had already forgotten, skimmed her long fingernails up my thigh, toward my crotch. Yeah, never does this my ass!

My head rested against the seat, and I closed my eyes. As I did, I imagined Amelia’s hand pleasuring me. As lips came to kiss my neck, I imagined that they were Amelia’s. Picturing her made me more aroused than I imagined I could be after three whiskeys, and once the car finally came to a stop in front of my building, I was beyond ready to take this woman up to my bed and imagine I was fucking Amelia while I buried myself inside her.

Guiding the girl by the hand, I made my way into the building’s foyer and froze when I saw Amelia sitting on the plush Chesterfield couch. I blinked a few times to make sure she wasn’t an alcohol-induced hallucination. Once I was sure she was real, I released the model’s hand and raced toward her.

Amelia’s eyes were red and puffy as she looked up at me. I wanted to scoop her up in my arms and hold her until she felt better, but instead I settled for sitting beside her and holding her hand.

“I had a fight with my parents,” she said without me even having to ask. She stole a quick glance at the confused-looking model standing a few feet away. Once her eyes focused back on me, her face looked pained. “I-I’m sorry. I don’t want to ruin your night. I just didn’t know where else to go.”

I rolled my eyes and looked at the Asian beauty glaring at me. Without leaving Amelia’s side, I said, “Thank you for the night, but this is important. Tell my driver where you want to go and he’ll see that you get there safely.”

As my gaze returned to Amelia, I saw a glimmer of surprise shining in her gorgeous green eyes. I couldn’t blame her; I was also fairly surprised at my lack of hesitation in dismissing a beautiful girl. However, knowing that Amelia had come to me for safety and comfort despite my appalling behavior felt ten times better than getting my dick wet with some nameless model.

“Come on. I have some leftovers in my fridge,” I said, and stood up. I offered my hand to help her up, and she took it without hesitation.

As we walked toward the elevator, I noticed she was wearing only a light sweater, so I removed my jacket at draped it around her shoulders. She smiled at the gesture and closed the fabric a bit tighter around herself.

“I really didn’t mean to ruin your date,” she in a quiet tone.

“Don’t worry about it,” I said with a smile. “You’re not ruining anything. Besides, this is the least I could do.”

She raised an eyebrow at me, but no others words were shared as we entered my apartment. Normally I was comfortable in silence; it provided a soothing peace to my chaotic life. Yet with Amelia, I longed for the noise. She was a talkative person, and she would normally smile and laugh as if all was good in the world. She was a true breath of fresh air, and I had missed her more than I could admit.

“What happened with your parents?” I asked as we entered my kitchen.

I was expecting her response to be the usual “it’s none of your business.” However, I was pleased—and shocked—when instead she sighed and offered a real explanation.

“After I told my mom, things between her and Dad got tense. You know how understanding and accepting Mom is, and her support pissed Dad off big time.” Amelia shook her head and took a deep breath before she continued. “They haven’t even spoken in days. And then today, I went over there for our weekly family dinner, and Mom showed me some clothes she’d bought for my son and Dad lost it. I’ve never heard him yell like that.”

There was that word again. Son.

I looked down at her ever-growing stomach and smiled at the evidence of my son—or rather, her son. A new wave of self-loathing hit me as I grabbed a container from the fridge and shoved it inside the microwave. For some reason, Amelia showed up beside me and covered her hand with mine.

I turned to her and blinked a few times, trying to understand what was happening and why I was enjoying it so much.

“You can’t put the foil in the microwave.” She looked at me like I was crazy.

I glanced at our joined hands and noticed that she was not really touching me; she was simply keeping the microwave door open. I cleared my throat. “Sorry. I got distracted,” I muttered as I reached inside to remove the foil from the plate. Once it was balled up in my hand, Amelia smiled and closed the door. I typed the time and cleared my throat. “You were saying?”