Free Lonzo: Book 2 (Tycoon Series Book 2) by Kat Madrid Page A

rubies, emeralds and sapphires. Which explained the need for armed guards.
    She patiently waited backstage. Ten more models would strut their stuff on the catwalk before her cue. It won’t be long.
    She could feel herself growing nervous as her time neared.
    Calm down, she told herself. She wriggled her hands to loosen up. She absent-mindedly adjusted the huge trademark VS angel wings. This year, the feathered contraptions were dyed black.
    Black seemed to be the color of the season, said the fashion insiders.
    But fashion was on the bottom of her list. She had a lot of things on her mind. In fact, she was still reeling from the discovery that would complicate her life forever.
    Getting up from bed that morning had been extremely difficult. Any sudden movement, no matter how small, made her sick.
    The nausea started yesterday. It was so bad that she practically heaved until noon. Luckily it was a weekend so she could afford to stay in bed.
    She remembered opening her eyes before she got overwhelmed with the metallic taste of acid and bile. She jumped from the bed and barely made it to the bathroom, where she regurgitated her dinner until there was nothing left to to throw up.
    Same thing happened this morning. She was so sick she feared she won’t be able to make it for tonight’s show. Thankfully, her stomach settled after she ate crackers and drank mild tea. Google was a lifesaver.
    She was still trying to gather the courage to get herself a pregnancy test from the pharmacy. But even without the results, she knew it in her gut.
    She was pregnant. She was going to be a mother.
    She wasn’t sure how far along she was because she had yet to see an OB. She would. Soon.
    She had all the early signs and symptoms. The missed period, tender breasts, unexplained fatigue, weird food cravings and of course, the dreaded morning sickness.
    She closed her eyes and saw Lonzo’s face in her mind’s eye—the way he looked when they parted ways over a week ago. He had been insatiable that day—he kept her up, took her repeatedly until the wee hours of the morning. She kept on yawning and could barely keep her eyes open when she went for the final fitting.
    She knew it was wrong for her to take him for a ride, but he made her so angry when he made that offer. All she wanted was to teach him a lesson on valuing people. She intended to donate the money to the charity and orphanages she was supporting in Brazil. Afterward, she would mail the receipts, all under his name, back to him. That was the plan.
    But now the situation had changed.
    She was going to have his baby.
    Even this early, she already loved this growing piece of humanity with a fierceness that astounded her.
    The fact that she was expecting was a big surprise. Lonzo was a practitioner of safe sex. Putting on protection was almost a religious act for him. He diligently used condoms when they were on the island. And to minimize the risk, she continued to take her pills.
    For all their precautions, this child still came to be.
    Will he want his baby?
    But in her heart, she already knew the answer.
    He probably wouldn’t. He never wanted to settle down. He was extra-careful not to become a father. The media had quoted him numerous times on that subject. He said he had no plans of procreating. His attitude put a lot of doubts on her mind on whether he was emotionally capable of being a father.
    For now, she decided to keep news of her pregnancy to herself.
    It doesn’t matter if she didn’t have her baby daddy’s support. She didn’t need him in her life and she didn’t need his presence in raising her child. Millions of single moms had done it before. She would be one of them. She would be keeping this baby.
    A huge lump formed in her throat when she gently placed her hand over her still flat tummy. Self-pity enveloped her for a moment but she determinedly pushed it away.
    Don’t worry, kiddo You may not have a dad…but I have enough love for two. We’ll be all