Free Restless Billionaire by Abby Green Page A

being unavoidably busy for the day.
                 Suddenly
he knew the best solution to distract him from unwelcome thoughts of Aneesa and his family: he would take a new
lover. He didn’t need to be reminded that he hadn’t slept with anyone since
Mumbai and in his own head vehemently denied that it was because she’d ruined him for anyone else. That
was a ridiculous thought. Bitterness gripped him—he was his father’s son. He
carried William Wolfe’s warped genes and his father had never found peace with
one woman. So why would Sebastian suddenly buck the trend? Or, worse, feel
inclined to?
                 He
picked up his phone again and made a call to a very persistent socialite he’d
met at a party some weeks before. He hadn’t been interested then, but suddenly
he was very interested. Almost desperate, in fact.
                 * * *
     
                 Aneesa
sat nervously in Sebastian’s London office, in awe of the plush understated
luxury and the mile-high view which took in the London Eye in the near
distance. Her belly was tied in knots and she felt a semi-hysterical giggle
rising up to think of what else was in her belly: a baby . Sebastian’s baby.
                 But
then the reality of what faced her made her sober up again fast. The irony of
getting pregnant on her non-wedding night, and to another man, hadn’t been lost
on her.
                 She’d
known for some time now and, in that time, had developed an indelible bond with
the tiny being inside her. There was no question, but she was having this baby,
no matter what the fallout, and she’d known well that her career most likely
wouldn’t survive this. The equanimity she’d felt when faced with that prospect
told her that she’d definitely started to move on from the Bollywood world.
                 And
in the past two weeks her suspicions had been proved right and events had led
her here, to Sebastian’s office in London. She’d tried the hotel in Mumbai
first, but they’d told her that Sebastian had no immediate plans to come back
to India. Aneesa had quashed the suspicion that that was because of her . Surely he couldn’t want to avoid
her that badly? Even now that thought made her feel ill inside. And then … with
everything that had happened at home, she’d had no real choice but to leave
India, so she’d taken the opportunity to come to England and tell Sebastian
face to face.
                 A
noise outside and the familiarly deep rumble of a voice made her heart stop. A
clammy sweat broke out over her skin. The door opened and she sat frozen on the
couch as she watched the tall and achingly familiar figure of Sebastian stride
in.
                 He
didn’t see her at first as her seat was partially hidden behind the door but as
it swung shut she gathered all her courage and stood.
                 ‘Sebastian.’
                 That
distinctively husky voice, the beguiling hint of an accent, had Sebastian
whirling round, half terrified his dreams were haunting him by day now. And
when he saw her, he reeled.
                 Aneesa
gripped her hands tight together. Sebastian looked as if she’d just driven a
stake through his belly. For an awful heart-stopping moment she thought he didn’t
even recognise her. But before she could say anything he issued a curt, ‘How
did you get in this time? Did you materialise through another service elevator?’
                 Hurt
lanced her and Aneesa fought not to quail at the clear evidence of his hostile
reaction to seeing her. ‘No.’ She flushed. ‘The
security guard downstairs recognised me and when I explained I was looking for
you he took me up here to wait. There was no one outside so he brought me
straight in.’
                 She
didn’t want to go into the way the Indian guard had balked at the notion of
someone like her waiting for