Free An Heir At Any Price: The Billionaire's Obsession - Contemporary Romance by Forbidden Fruit Press

and I said, “I understand.”
     
    “That’s it then,” he slipped the two
page contract out of the folder and handed it to me. While I read
through it, he poured us another glass of wine. He sat back down
and handed me the glass.

When I finished reading I asked, “Do you have a pen?” He took one
from his pocket and handed it to me. I signed it and before the ink
was dry I realized something - the contract didn’t state the method
of conception and neither had Aiden. Uncomfortably I said, “I’m
sorry, I did forget to ask one thing, how will I be getting
pregnant?” That sounded really stupid to me as it came out of my
mouth. I picked up my wine glass and downed what was left in it.
Aiden was looking at me with those sexy dark eyes and I swear for
at least a few seconds I saw a flicker of desire in
them.
    “We have two choices. You can see the doctor and be artificially
inseminated, or you can choose the more mutually pleasurable
option.” He grinned when he said that and ran his eyes from my face
down to my neck and stared at it like he had biting it on his mind.
I suddenly felt like I couldn’t breathe.

I sat my wine glass aside and said, “I’ll take option number two.”
It was the wine talking, but in the next instant his mouth covered
mine and I felt his warm tongue slip into my mouth and knew that
there was no going back.

Chapter Nine

    ~

 
     
     
    I woke up the next morning in my new
room, slightly disoriented but still lost in the afterglow of our
lovemaking from the night before. I looked over to my left and then
to my right - the bed was that big. It was empty too, other than
me, void of a gorgeous, dark eyed man.
     
    I sat up, stretched and reached for my
phone. There were no missed calls, so Mom must have done okay
during the night. I needed to start working on finding a facility
for her to rehab in before she was ready for discharge. I had the
day off today so I decided now was as good a time as any. First, I
called the unit where she was admitted and asked to talk to her
nurse.
     
    “This is RN Bennett,” the pleasant
female voice said.
     
    “Hi, this is Holly Valentine. I was
calling to check on my mother, Betty.”
     
    “Yes, hello Holly. Mrs. Valentine’s
medical condition is very much improved since her admission. The
doctor ordered lab work on her last night and it came back much
better than the first day she was here. Her blood glucose is back
to normal and her vital signs are all good.”
     
    “Is she giving you a hard time?” I
asked.
     
    The nurse laughed and said, “She’s a
bit…obstinate.”
     
    “Yes,” I agreed. “That she is. Do you
have any idea when she may be ready for discharge?”
     
    “So far, the plan is for tomorrow,”
the nurse told me. That meant I better get busy. If she went home
before rehab, chances are she would go on a bender and she’d refuse
to go…until the next time.
     
    I thanked the nurse and told her I’d
be by later but I was available by phone. Then I called the social
worker, Bridgette.
     
    “Hi Bridgette, this is Holly
Valentine.”
     
    “Yes, hello, Holly. I just came from
seeing your mother a bit ago.”
     
    “Her nurse says that physically she’s
doing well. How is her mental health holding up?”
     
    “Well, you know that the first couple
of days sober are the hardest. She’s not happy, with any of
us.”
     
    I laughed and said, “Yes, I’m sure
I’ll get an earful when I come down to see her in a bit. I was
wondering if you may have a list of rehab facilities that I could
pick up today.”
     
    “Yes, absolutely. I’ll leave it with
her nurse for you.” I thanked her and hung up. Now, I needed to
search my new digs for some coffee. I made my way out to the
kitchen and found a fresh-brewed pot. Aiden had scratched out a
little note that said:
     
    “My driver is available if
you need to go anywhere or would like to get started moving your
things over. I have meetings all day but will be home in time