The Billionaire's Bundle of Joy

Chapter 15

RIZ

JUSTIN was not in the room when I woke up in the morning. I noticed that I wasn’t in the guest room where I got dressed yesterday before the wedding. And the worst part, I was wearing a big T-shirt. I was so tired last night; my adrenaline must have worn off after Justin and I got married. I won’t admit it to myself or to him, but I felt relieved that my situation with my pregnancy is okay with him. Even before I give birth, he is already a responsible father… and husband.

My suitcase was tucked away in a corner, and I guessed he had already put my clothes in the closet. I can’t get out of the room wearing just a big shirt, so when I got up from the bed, I immediately grabbed a change of clothes. I want to take a quick shower before I eat breakfast. I left my change of clothes on the bed for a moment to check my cell phone. No calls.

The bathroom was clean, and it was clear that the caretaker knew how to maintain it. I saw a big tub and suddenly got excited. Even though there was a tub at Dad’s house, I could never use it. Just as I would fill it with water, Madam would call me. So, I always took showers. This time around, I have time to soak myself and enjoy a bath. I also want to do it with candles, bath bombs, and lots of bubbles.

While I was under the shower, Justin crossed my mind. How did we even start? The way we met was not ideal. But I believe everything happens for a reason. All I remember is that I was feeling bad because I graduated and was honored as c*m laude, but none of my parents attended my graduation. By the time my father arrived, my name had already been called, and he didn’t see me on stage. In fact, it was already the closing ceremony when he got there. And because his wife was getting angry, they left quickly and said they would celebrate later. That never happened. As for my mother, she never came even though I invited her. She didn’t even remember to congratulate me.

I don’t matter. Even as a child, I felt that deeply. I was my parents’ mistake, and I shouldn’t have been born. One time when my parents fought, my mother said she should have aborted me right away. Maybe her life would have been better.

My friends and I went out that night and had drinks. Because they were well-off, they were able to get into Club Pyre without difficulty. I didn’t plan to drink much. I’m not used to drinking, so I was being careful. But Reysa was persistent and kept ordering drinks. She kept saying I should taste them to know what they were like. And like a fool, I followed her. Little did I know that mixing drinks would get me drunk quickly. Matet and I were left behind when someone asked Reysa to dance, and it didn’t take long before she excused herself. She needed to use the washroom, so I thought I’d just stay put and close my eyes.

That’s all I remember. Eventually, everything will become clear. It’s hard to recall when alcohol is involved. Everything is twisted, and it’s difficult to distinguish reality from dreams.

After my shower, I dried myself and was about to get dressed, but I forgot my clothes on the bed. There’s only one towel in the bathroom, so instead of wrapping it around my head, I draped it around my body. I tried my best to dry my hair with the towel, but the ends were still dripping, so I just let it be. I was so surprised when I opened the bathroom door and found Justin without a shirt, just a towel wrapped around his waist. His hair was wet, and I guessed he had gone swimming in the pool. He looked even more handsome now than yesterday. Even if he didn’t comb his hair and wore a sack, he wouldn’t look bad at all.

“I-I’m done, um, t-taking a shower,” I stammered while talking to him. Instead of stepping out, my feet were frozen on the tiled floor.

“I can see that. Are you okay?” he asked me, his eyes not looking at mine. He was staring at one direction, and that was my exposed chest. My grip on the towel tightened until my knuckles turned white.

“I’m o-okay.”

Why is that? I couldn’t look away from him either. And when water dripped from his hair and ran down his chest to his stomach, I swallowed several times because there was more than just a little bit of muscle there. Four? Six? It doesn’t matter. He looked very sexy, and I couldn’t understand how I felt. It was like something was pounding between my thighs, and the thoughts running through my mind were inappropriate. Here I am, pregnant, but having these kinds of feelings. It’s crazy.

How did he get so close to me without me realizing it?

“You can touch it if you want,” he said softly. He was referring to his abs.

“I-I don’t want to—” I gasped as he took my hand and placed it on his stomach. It was hard and clearly the result of working out. There wasn’t even an ounce of fat on him.

While my hand was there, he pressed himself closer to me. “You smell good.”

He nuzzled my neck. Instead of pushing him away, I tilted my head to give him access. This is crazy. When he took my hand that was holding the towel together, it fell to the floor. This is wrong on so many levels. We have an agreement. The marriage is only for convenience. And even though it’s not written on paper, we have a verbal agreement that we wouldn’t be intimate.

“I want to taste you.”

Just a taste, and then we will stop.