Free Restless Billionaire by Abby Green Page B

Sebastian anywhere other than his office. Aneesa
had surmised grimly that the news of her infamy hadn’t reached as far as
England yet. Blistering energy crackled off Sebastian for a long moment and
Aneesa had to consciously not let her eyes drop and take in that gorgeous body,
but even peripherally she could see the way his exquisite suit hugged his
powerful frame. Heat washed through her and her belly tightened.
                 Abruptly
Sebastian relaxed visibly and ran a hand through his hair which Aneesa noticed
had grown longer since she had last seen him. She could see now that he looked
slightly weary, with faint lines around his mouth and eyes that she hadn’t
noticed before. And it looked as though he’d lost weight.
                 ‘I’m sorry, there was no need for me to be so rude. It’s
just … a bit of a shock to see you here. That’s all.’ Even now Sebastian had to
wonder if he was going mad—was he imagining this? Had he inherited his mother’s mental
instability?
                 Immediately
Aneesa felt obliged to rush and explain. ‘I know we agreed that it would be one
night only, that we’d never see each other again …’
                 She
drove down the hurt again at his reaction and steeled herself. Her life was about
taking responsibility now and she had to keep going. ‘But I’ve come to tell you
something.’
                 He
looked at her, head back. Aneesa’s heart was racing. He wasn’t making this easy
for her at all. She took a deep breath and then said in a rush before she could
lose her nerve, ‘I’ve come to let you know that I’m pregnant … with your baby.’
                 Sebastian
blinked. Aneesa didn’t disappear. She was still there, in front of him, flesh
and blood. In tight jeans and a T-shirt, a soft
figure-hugging leather jacket. Her hair down and her
face pale and devoid of make-up. Almond-shaped eyes
huge. And utterly, utterly beautiful. For a
second he’d thought she was about to say that she’d come because she hadn’t
been able to forget about him, and even amidst the shock he felt a bubbling up
of something which felt suspiciously like joy.
                 And
then what she had said impacted on
him, like a delayed reaction.
                 His
eyes narrowed, he cracked out, ‘Pregnant? You’re pregnant, and it’s mine?’
                 Aneesa
looked hesitant. Unsure. And Sebastian had to drive
down the immediate need to reassure her. This was too huge. Well-ingrained
cynicism surged. He asked again when Aneesa didn’t respond immediately. ‘Is it
mine?’
                 ‘Well,
of course it’s yours … you’re the only …’ She faltered. ‘I’ve not been with
anyone else.’
                 On
a reflex Sebastian’s eyes dropped to Aneesa’s waistline where there was only
the slightest hint of a belly. Which could be nothing, or
could be something. His baby . He felt dizzy. He sought refuge in rising anger
which he knew had something to do with the fact that she hadn’t just made this
trip because she couldn’t forget him and wanted to see him again.
                 The
anger rose up, directed at her now for being here, and invading his peace, when
he had so recently been castigating her for that. A small voice mocked him: Peace? Since when have you had peace in your
life? Like a coward, Sebastian ignored the memory of the long minutes he’d
slept in Aneesa’s company that night….
                 ‘I
used condoms.’ His voice was icy cold.
                 Aneesa
flushed; imperceptibly her chin hitched up. ‘I know. But it must have …
Something must have happened. This is your baby—why would I come all the way here if it wasn’t? Believe me, this was as much of a shock to me as it is to you.’
                 Sebastian
crossed his arms. Aneesa shivered slightly.