“Congratulations, girlie. Looks like you bagged a winner,” he said with a smile.
I pushed myself lower into the booth.
“Oh, don’t be so shy. I’m sure everyone will stop caring by tomorrow,” he took a seat opposite me.
“What am I going to do this time, Dev? If I have the kid, then I’ll be jobless, and homeless. Jake doesn’t want a kid, and I don’t want to make him be a father. But, if I terminate then I keep my job and everything goes back to the way it was.”
Devlin pulled off a shoe and started to massage his foot through his sock. I tried my best to pay little attention to it.
“You know, Angie. Being forced to do something that you don’t want to do is little fun,” he said.
“I know,” I replied.
“What do you want to do?”
I thought about it for a moment.
“I want not to think about this, that’s what I want to do.”
He nodded.
“We all have things we don’t want to think about. See the barfly in the back? He’s avoiding talking to his son about becoming a dad for the first time. His son is barely out of high school and already starting a family.
“He doesn’t want to do it, but at some point he’ll have to put away the liquor and deal with the problem, or it just won’t go away. You have an interesting choice ahead of you, and you’re the only one that can make it.
“Still, though. I’d fancy you a mother. I think you could be one of the greats, cause I’ve seen how you handle the people that come through my bar.”
I smiled at the compliment.
“Thanks Devlin,” I said.
Then my phone started vibrating. It was Jake again. I picked up the phone and answered.
“Jake-“
“Angie, I need to talk to you, as soon as possible. Where are you?”
“Devlin’s bar where we first met,” I replied.
“Just wait there, I’ll be right down.”
Devlin gave me an approving wink and returned to getting the bar ready for the evening. Ten minutes passed and the door flew open.
Jake walked in, and I could see that he had some reporters with him. But, before they could enter he turned around and locked the door.
“Hey, that door needs to remain unlocked during business hours,” shouted Devlin from across the bar.
“Just ten minutes,” replied Jake.
He came over to me and pushed his way into the booth next to me. At least, his shirt wasn’t covered in scotch this time.
“Angie, I know it’s only been a couple of hours since we last talked, but I can’t get this out of my head,” he said.
“How do you think I feel, Jake? This decision is driving me insane. And with all the reporters outside, I can’t say no. But, I can’t say yes either. If I have this baby, then my career is over.”
“Angie, I can’t stand the thought of being without you,” he said, “and I can’t stand the idea of you losing the baby, either.”
It pricked my ears up.
“What are you trying to say?” I asked.
He pulled himself away from the booth and knelt down on his knee, producing a ring box from his pocket.
“Angie, I’ve been all over downtown in the last two hours, once you walked out I realized that I couldn’t say goodbye to you again, not like this.”
He creaked opened the small box and showed off a gorgeous and simple ring.
“Will you marry me?” he asked.
I couldn’t believe my eyes. The burden in the back of my mind dissipated instantly as I looked into his soulful eyes.
“Yes, Jake. Let’s get married,” I said.
I stood up from the booth, and he picked me up triumphantly.
Devlin, the sneaky bastard, had taken the chance to come up behind us and unlock the front door. I had never been in the center of such a media affair.
The next week was nothing but my face in the paper next to his in that silly booth at Devlin’s.
The marriage got him so excited that Jake went on a winning streak, and became much more popular. With us getting married, Martin had nothing left to say.
I could still remember the last game of the season, sitting in the box seat not as an agent, but as a wife. The other players wives had started to accept me. Monica ended up moving across the country, last I heard, she hated every second with her new husband.
We had each other, and in the end, that was all that mattered.
THE END
The Billionaire’s Secret Love Child – A BWWM Billionaire Romance
Chapter 1
Cambry didn't want to out with her friend that evening. They'd been going to clubs for the past three weekends in a row and she just wanted to rest. However, her best friend Jenae was begging her to go. They were in Cambry's room while Jenae was trying on her friend's clothing. "Please, Cambry?" Jenae whined as she admired herself on the full-length mirror that hung on the closet door.