Billionaire Baby Daddy

Twelve

I marked twelve weeks long in my pregnancy calendar two days ago. The morning sickness has reduced tremendously and I am slightly showing. Harry and I have bought some of the baby's items even though we don't know the gender yet.

"Tonight we're going out for dinner. I have something to tell you and someone you need to meet." Harry tells me when we're having breakfast. Even though I want to nag him to tell me since he's made me so curious, I only nod. Harry never changes his mind when he decides anything. And lately he's been so secretive and weird. I knew he was hiding something but I never asked him about it. We both talk when we feel ready and we respect that since we have that in common.

I finish my breakfast and take the dishes to the sink then bid Harry goodbye then head to my car. Harry has a photo studio that has been picking up for the last month and he seems happy with it.

Ten minutes later I arrive at the company and head straight to my office. I find Bill placing a cup of tea and thank him. "Mr Keels said you should see him immediately after you arrive." I nod at this and take some sips of the herbal tea. I miss my coffee but this will have to do. I'm now used to tea and I've come to love it.

"Mr Keels, you asked to see me?" Mr Keels looks up from his computer with a warm smile.

"Yes, yes. Have a seat Isabella." I follow his instructions as he saves up the work he's doing. He then folds his hands and faces me.

"How are you fairing on? I've seen a lot of progress so far and I'm so impressed." Mr Keels has this fatherly smile always worn on his face as if he had no worries in the world. This is a great contrast to when I saw him deal with other employees and business associates. Looks like I'm a special one.

"So far so good. I'm getting the hang of it." I give him a small smile to show him how sincere and thankful I am. Mr Keels nods at this and takes an envelope.

"There's this charity event organized by King's Company for cancer awareness that I'd like you to go in my place." Sydney Kings' company is hosting the event? What are the odds of not running into him?

"You only need to appear for at least an hour and I know that since you're pregnant you might get overwhelmed." One hour. That's it. I only get to attend for an hour then get away. There will be so many people so I won't have to meet Sydney. Right?

"I'll go." Mr Keels smiles at this. "Is there a dressing code or something? Or is there anything else I need to know about the event?" I'm already nervous. I've never been to this high class events. Maybe I'll ask Harry to go with me?

Mr Keels only tells me not to worry and I can take a plus one. This makes me somewhat less nervous. The event is in two weeks so I have so time to look for a dress. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

I go back to my office and start replying to the emails. I answer the important ones and leave out others. I receive an email just as I'm about to switch off my laptop.

'We need to talk. I'll pick you up in an hour.' I look at the sender's address.

[email protected].

What? Did he find out? Should I tell him the truth if it's the case? I should confront him about what he said though.

"I really wish it could have been mine" What did he mean? Guess I'll know in an hour. I get to my next task and get engrossed into my work and before I know it, Bill informs me that Sydney wants to see me.

I suddenly feel nervous and as he comes (or barges) into my office. I'm left so mesmerized. He's got so much confidence and even though his suits look the same, he still takes away my breath. I

remember that I might be staring at him and avert my eyes to his own green ones.

He has a cold expression making me curious and for some reason I'm not scared. He looks so angry. Well two can play this game.

"How can I help you Mr Kings?" I ask without any emotions.

"Get your damn things. We're leaving." I roll my eyes. Who does this person think he is?

"I'm busy Mr Kings. You just can't barge in here like you own the place and order me around like some dog." My voice raises towards the end. "I'm sure you can see yourself out."

I never knew I could talk with so much power and I'm so proud of myself. 'You might act all mighty and powerful but I'm the tigress here. Don't mess with me.' I tell Sydney in my mind.

"We. Should. Talk." Sydney matters in a low and dangerous tone and my heart picks up. I inwardly groan. 'Not again heart.'

I give him a challenging stare but he only comes and picks me up like some cave man.

"Wh.. What are you doing Sydney? Put me down this instant." Sydney continues walking like I said nothing and gets out of my office. Bill looks at us with a shocked expression and I try to fight Sydney. Is this man made of stones?

We get into the elevator and Sydney puts me down. Finally. I look at him anger radiating from me. He somehow looks amused and this increases my anger.

I fix my hair using the mirror behind me and look straight ahead when I'm done. Stupid assh*le. Who does he think he is to come to my office to order me and pick me up like some barbarian? A jerk. That's who he is.

As soon as we reach the ground floor we head straight to his car silently though I know my walking seems strained. We get into his annoying car and soon head off to 'I don't know where.'

"After you're done being childish and overreacting can we now talk? I have an important meeting in an hour." He thinks I'm overreacting? I huff and eat some more pasta. I couldn't say no to food. I was hungry.

"Overreacting? You think I'm overreacting? You know what overreacting is Sydney? Barging into someone's office with demands and acting so barbaric." I scoff at that scenario and dig into my food.

In the corner of my eyes I see Sydney's eyes flicker to my tummy and a guilty expression crosses his eyes for a second. 'You better be guilty jerk.'

"Are you okay?" Unexpected question comes from him. I only nod my head while looking down not caring if he sees.

"How far is your pregnancy?" Sydney asks. Should I tell him? I could just reduce the number of weeks and let him know it's not his.

"What did you mean the last time we talked?" I ask instead. I watch Sydney closely as a confused expression settles on his face before realization hits him.

"I wanted to get you pregnant." He says that and my eyes widen. "WHAT?" I suddenly shout at him drawing attention from the rich diners to us but I don't care.

My hands start shaking and I release the fork I'm holding. "Y.. You wanted to get me pregnant? We never knew each other for fuck's sake." My breathing gets deep and short and I start feeling so lightheaded.

"Isabella.? Are you okay?" Sydney's voice holds so much concern. I try to take in deep slow breaths as I think of something nice. I think of my mom.

Finally I feel better and I notice my hand intertwined with Sydney's. I pull mine and look at him. All this was planned by this bastard? Hatred for Sydney immediately grows.

"You have a lot of explaining to do Mr." I glare at him.