The Billionaire's Baby Bargain(62)

Her pulse tripped and her heart softened. He pointed to a flower and murmured something as he cradled their four-month-old baby, Rebecca, in his arms.

Andrés glanced up just then and saw her. He turned to walk toward her, his smile widening. “There’s your madre,” he crooned to Rebecca, pressing a kiss against their daughter’s forehead.

When he reached her side, Andrés leaned down to capture her mouth in a thorough kiss that left her knees weak. He lifted his head a moment later and murmured, “You look beautiful, cariño. Did you manage to sleep a bit longer this morning?”

“Yes, I did sleep in. Thank you for taking care of Rebecca.” She reached down to trace a finger over her baby’s smooth cheek and laughed as she cooed and smiled back up at her.

“I read Rebecca your story in Modern Coquette,” Andrés said with a slow smile. “I think our baby enjoyed hearing the story of how her grandparents fell in love.” He touched her cheek gently. “And how we fell in love. It was a beautiful article, cariño.”

“Thank you.” Her throat tightened with emotion. A quick phone call from Andrés had reinstated her job at the magazine, and for the past year, Chloe had been enjoying the ability to work as a part-time international columnist, writing from Spain.

“How are you feeling? You look exhausted,” Andrés murmured, his brows creasing with concern.

“I’m all right. Though I am exhausted, and I think I’ve discovered why.”

“Sí?” Andrés stilled, his expression turning anxious. “What is it?”

“Nothing,” she said quickly and then took a nervous breath, “As long as you don’t mind the expansion of our family.”

He stared at her for a moment and then gave a wide grin. “Sí? You are pregnant again?”

“Yes.”

“Do I mind? No, Chloe, I am thrilled.” He kissed her again and then lifted Rebecca into the air, exclaiming, “You are going to be a big sister.”

Chloe gave a joyous laugh, relieved that Andrés was just as happy about another baby as she was. Andrés slid his other arm around her, pulling her against his side and kissing her again.

She’d never tire of the way he made her head spin and her heart race. It was love, and it was amazing.





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“Tell me more about your brother, Holly.” He drew his thumb across the knuckles of her hand, watching as her mouth parted and a shudder racked her body.

Her gaze slid to his scar, lingering there, and Rafiq’s nostrils flared. His touch and his appearance repulsed her that much, did it? And yet he couldn’t bring himself to release her hand, no matter how unnecessary holding it was.

There was a fleeting moment in the past where he’d been fooled into believing she enjoyed his touch and had seen beyond his flawed face. Until he’d discovered that not only was the American beauty a top model, but an accomplished actress.

Holly swallowed visibly and hesitated before answering. “Andrew was arrested last week. He was allegedly caught cheating at a cards table in your casino.”

“Allegedly?” he mocked, his lips curling. How pitifully naïve she was. Or perhaps she just thought him a fool. “Are you calling into question the level of security at my casino?”

“No, will you stop twisting my words?” She jerked her hand from his grasp and stumbled backward. “What I’m saying is my brother would never cheat!” But he saw the flicker of doubt in her eyes, and it was compounded by her next words. “Though if he owes any money, I have brought the funds to pay.”

Watching him, she must’ve realized her words were a mistake, because she lifted a hand to her mouth.

“You think I need your money, Holly?” He asked the question with a chilling softness he knew would intimidate.

“No, of course not, but the principle of it—”

“Your brother ignored principle when he chose to steal from my casino.”

She flinched and for a moment he saw the tears of desperation in her eyes. “Rafiq, please don’t be so quick to dismiss me. If you have any compassion, you’d consider my request.”

“If I have any compassion?” Rafiq ground out, unable to believe his ears. The words absolutely preposterous coming from her sensual lips after what she’d done to him. “You, Holly, are a fraud to even speak of compassion.”

Anger flashed in her eyes and she opened her mouth, appearing as if she were about to curse him to pieces, but then closed it again. Her hands balled into fists at her side, nearly disappearing into the long sleeves of her burka. Her head bowed. “I’m sorry. I haven’t come here to argue with you, Your Majesty. I’ve come to beg for help.”