The Billionaire Wins the Game(34)

The door finally opened and she slipped inside, turning, with her hand out for the key. He looked at her for a moment and slipped in, shutting the door behind him. How much was she supposed to take? Her willpower was slipping quickly.

“May I please use your bathroom? Then, we need to talk about some stuff.” He didn’t even wait for an answer. He just headed toward her bathroom. She leaned against the door and tried to strengthen her willpower. She could handle this. She handled it fine at work. Her apartment was no different, she tried to convince herself. She really, really wanted a stiff drink right then. She knew she couldn’t, but she could wish.

Lucas took a deep breath while walking to the bathroom. He could be civilized. Maybe they could even start some kind of relationship. He wasn’t good with being in a commitment but he was willing to give it a try. He couldn’t stop thinking about her, so there had to be something worth pursuing. That was more than other people had going into a new relationship.

He may have jumped to conclusions, thinking she’d be after anything. He smiled to himself sheepishly. He didn’t normally admit to being wrong, about anything, not even to himself. They would have a nice, reasonable, adult conversation and then he could take her to bed without feeling bad about it.

Lucas was feeling good with his decision as he walked into the bathroom. He finished up and then washed his face and hands in the sink. He turned around to leave and that’s when his world stopped turning.

He almost missed it. In her garbage can was a pregnancy kit box. What the hell? He’d never felt as scared as he did reaching for that box. He looked inside and found the little stick. There were two lines on it. What did that mean?

He quickly read the back of the box and time stood still. She was pregnant. Holy Hell, she was pregnant! Had she planned the pregnancy? How could she have? He couldn’t even think, as he stood staring at the pregnancy test. A few of his ex-girlfriends had tried to trap him into marriage by getting pregnant and he’d deftly avoided them. Somehow, though, his assistant had gotten pregnant the one and only time they’d made love. He was angry with himself and even angrier with her. He knew it wasn’t logical, but he couldn’t be logical at that moment.

Many women had tried to trap him into giving them his name, and all the money that came along with it, but none had succeeded, until now. Well, I better get out there to the future Mrs. Anderson, he thought bitterly. Lucas took a few extra moments to compose his face before walking back out to her.

Amy was sitting on the couch when he entered the living room. She didn’t look at him, which he was grateful for, because he was having a heck of a time composing his features.

“I’ll be right back. There are a couple of phone calls I need to make,” was all he said as he walked past her and through the front door. He picked up the phone as soon as he sat down in his home office.

“I need to speak with my father, please?” Lucas asked without any preambles.

“One moment, Lucas.” He was put through to his father a minute later.

“Hello, Son, how are you?”

“I’m getting married and I want it done this week. I’m busy with work so can you take care of the arrangements. Normally, I would have my assistant do it, but since she’s the bride, I need someone else.”

“You’re getting married to Amy? I’m so happy for you, Son. She’s a real keeper. I’ll take care of all the arrangements. How about Friday evening?” he asked with no surprise in his voice. Lucas was taken back a little by his father’s attitude. He was in too much shock to be suspicious, though.

“Friday will be fine. Amy’s pregnant so I want to keep this discreet, please. Just you and mom, and Amy and I,” he said cautiously. He knew his father’s love of throwing parties and he didn’t want a mass of people there to witness the charade.

Lucas finished speaking with his father and then called his attorney to draw up a prenuptial agreement, making sure he was protected.

The phone calls took him about an hour. He finished and then drank a shot of bourbon. “Okay, Amy, let’s get this over with,” he mumbled out loud. He knew he was in for a fight once he told her they would wed.

He walked back down the hallway, to her apartment, and used the key he hadn’t given back to let himself in. Amy was still sitting in the living room. At first it looked like she hadn’t even moved, then he noticed the bowl sitting on the table.

Well, he guessed her pregnancy hadn’t ruined her appetite. He took a closer look and didn’t see any differences at first. She was only a few months along, after all. Then he did notice some changes. Her breasts seemed to be fuller, although she hid them well in her loose clothing. She also seemed to have a glow in her cheeks.