The Billionaire Wins the Game(36)

Chapter Seven





Lucas decided he’d had enough for one night. “We’ll finish this business tomorrow. Enjoy your last week as a single lady, because on Friday we will marry,” was all he said before walking out her front door.

Amy collapsed on the sofa and allowed herself a good cry. How could she have ever fooled herself into thinking he would believe her child wasn’t his. Why hadn’t she gotten rid of that test? If only she’d emptied her garbage, she could’ve kept her secret for a few more precious months, maybe even longer if she found the right clothing.

She’d only confirmed the pregnancy recently. She started feeling sick and ran into her guest bathroom, which was closest. She rarely used it, unless she got sick. She threw up as all the stress from the day caught up to her, then laid against the cool tile for a moment.

When she got up to wash her face, she looked down and moaned. Stupid, stupid, stupid, she berated herself as she spotted the test in question.

She couldn’t believe she’d left the smoking gun where he could see it. Feeling defeated, Amy dragged herself back to her room and cried herself to sleep. She just wanted the day to be over with.

The next morning, Amy awoke feeling miserable. She ran to the bathroom and emptied her entire stomach, and then some. She showered and threw up again. She was just starting into her second trimester; the morning sickness should be subsiding.

She knew she was losing weight, as her clothes were hanging on her, which should’ve been the opposite. She hadn’t worried too much about it, as everything she’d read so far had shown morning sickness was a normal part of the first trimester.

She weakly sat on the floor of the tub as steaming water washed over her. She threw up more and when there was nothing left, she continued to dry heave. Amy turned off the water as the last of the liquid, from her stomach, washed down the drain.

She sat in the tub shivering, but was too tired to climb out. She was frightened by the weakness in her body. “Please God; let nothing happen to my baby. I’ll bear nine months straight of sickness if you will just spare my child,” she quietly muttered.

Since she couldn’t find the energy to climb out of the tub, she grabbed the nearby towels and threw them over her in an effort to keep warm.

She couldn’t even get up to call into her job. She’d get fired for sure, as Lucas would assume she was a no call/no show, in an attempt to avoid him.

She fell asleep from the pure exhaustion that had stolen throughout her entire body. She thanked the blackness, as she wouldn’t have to feel the overwhelming cold and achiness consuming her.





Lucas decided to wait until Amy left before he’d leave for work, just in case she decided to try to run. He’d put his guard on alert to notify him during the night, at any time, if she was to leave the building. The employees of his company were loyal to him as they were treated well. No questions were asked; they just told him he’d be notified.

He hadn’t slept well and was feeling cranky. When it was starting time and she still hadn’t left the building, he was furious. So, she figured now that she was pregnant, she could skip work. Over his dead body! She wasn’t avoiding him to try and come up with more lies.

He marched down to her apartment and let himself in. She wasn’t in the living room or kitchen. He was even more furious. She hadn’t even bothered to get out of bed. Well, she’d gotten the husband, so he figured she didn’t want to work any longer. Why work when you could get all you wanted for free?

He walked to her bedroom and swung the door open, ready to pull the covers off her and have a rip roaring fight. He needed to vent his anger and she was the expected target. He was angry about everything and he desperately needed something to take out his frustrations on.

When he opened her door and the bed was empty, he began to feel his first stirrings of unease. Had she left without him knowing? That wasn’t possible. He had a secure building. She wasn’t a prisoner, but his staff would’ve told him if she’d left. He double checked his phone to make sure he hadn’t somehow missed a call.

He turned to go into the living room when he noticed her bathroom door was shut. He walked over and listened for a moment. There was no sound from inside. Without thinking of her privacy he opened the door and walked in.

Lucas was terrified when he saw her small body lying there, barely covered in the tub. Had she taken her life? No! He ran to her and fell to the floor, then breathed a sigh of relief as he saw her chest move up and down. She was shivering, even in her sleep, and had dark purple smudges under her eyes.

He took a good look at her and noticed how small she looked. She’d dropped significant weight. Weren’t pregnant women supposed to gain weight? How hadn’t he noticed the changes in her body?