Billionaire Flawed 2(78)

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Slava shut his phone and smiled to himself as his plane took off towards New York.



But how do I hold her, Slav said as he looked at the tiny bundle in his arms.

Oh I can see you've got a lot to learn, Octavia said as she walked up the gangplank on Serene. Bottle feeding and diaper changes, you can learn the lot.

Octavia. Come here please, he said. As he put his arm around her, he kissed her. You have made me so a happy, I can't tell you. She is so beautiful. I'm afraid I will never be able to give her away to another man like your father did on our wedding day.

You will if he's as good a man as you, Octavia said.



Later that day Slava received a text message from Igor.

Judge says he's an animal. Gave him thirty-five years.







THE END





The Rockstar’s Love Child – A BWWM Billionaire Pregnancy Romance

“Lela, why aren’t you taking this more seriously?!” Liddy was already working on her makeup for the show, and I had barely decided if I was going to go.

“It’s just a concert, with a bunch of loud girls screaming. I’m pretty sure that wearing a slutty skirt and layers of makeup won’t help me enjoy the concert more.”

I still slipped into the skirt, though. I thought I looked good in it, and I think Liddy felt the same way.

“That look is perfect for you. I wish I had your model figure.”

I gave her a sheepish look. More people have told me that I’m lucky for my figure, but just as many people have told me to eat more. I think I eat too much, honestly.

“Thanks,” I replied, “why are you tryin’ so hard to look good for this, I’ve never seen you work so hard before a concert.”

She gave me a half smile and a wink.

“I may have a little surprise for after the show.”

I rolled my eyes, the last time she said she had a surprise I was stuck driving her while she had awkward sex in the backseat.

“I hope this time your underwear stays on,” I said.

“Trust me, this time, neither of us will be wearing anything afterward.”

She bit her lip.

I didn’t talk much after that, but the ideas I had about what she wanted to do after the show were mortifying. She was the kind of person that was interested in driving to Mexico at two in the morning.

It really didn’t take long for me to get ready, and soon enough we were in a cab with three of our other friends headed toward the show.

‘The Sell-outs’ were the newest and most popular rock band, and their tickets sold out in minutes. I was actually surprised that Liddy managed to get tickets.

Even more surprising is how good the seats were, not that anyone ever really sat in their seats at these concerts. I figured that would be best explained later.

When they began the entire audience lit up, screaming and dancing, some even began to sing along off-key. I didn’t mind, though, I just enjoyed the music and danced along.

The four members of the band played so hard that they started taking their shirts off part way through the show. And, when the lead singer Aiden threw his shirt to the crowd, I thought there would be a riot.

For some reason it felt like he made eye contact with me a few times, perhaps it was how close we were seated towards the stage, or it might even be that Liddy felt the need to flash the singer a few times. But, to me, it felt like a moment, and before too long the concert was over and the moment had passed. I could already feel sick thinking about the hangover I would probably have tomorrow morning.

However, as everyone filed out of the stadium, Liddy grabbed me by the arm. She gave me a wink, and with that, I could tell that this night might only be getting started. Pushing past the exiting crowd, we found ourselves standing in front of two of the beefiest men I’d ever seen in person.

“Passes?”

The larger one asked. Liddy reached into her small handbag and held out two ID badges, and after a quick look, the guard ushered us toward backstage.

I’d never been backstage at a concert before, and the suspense was getting to me. My hands were starting to sweat, and I could feel myself getting a little dizzy when I looked around. But, Liddy kept pulling me along on this ride, and I just followed.

Walking through busy corridors and hallways, even a staircase or two, Liddy kept flashing her badges and would be met with people pointing one direction or another. Before long we had found the holy-grail, the coveted green room where the band was enjoying some much-needed refreshment.