The White Billionaire's BabyBy: Lena Skye
“I want you to be a father to your son”
My entire body froze when I heard what Sarah told me through the phone. I hadn’t heard from Jane in years, and now she had emerged with life changing news.
“I’m on my way down,” I said quickly before I hung up.
“Babe is everything okay?” Camille asked with a concerned expression on her face.
“I don’t know. A woman is downstairs saying that she wants me to meet my son,” I said honestly.
Her eyebrow raised,” What?”
“Just give me a minute please, I need to go downstairs and figure this out,” I said as I quickly finished buttoning my shirt.
“I’m so confused right now.”
“That makes two of us. Just give me a moment to figure this out. I’ll be back in a few moments,” I said as I left the room. I didn’t give her time to respond because I knew that it wouldn’t have been a good conversation.
I paced the elevator as it took me down to the lobby. I was unable to stand in one spot because my life was possibly about to change forever. I stepped off the elevator and entered the lobby. Jane was standing there with a child that looked to be about 3 years old. Jane looked just like I remembered her. She was a petite raven haired beauty and her son was beautiful. I slowly approached them both, and she shuffled her feet nervously.
“I’m sorry to bombard you like this, but you’ve never replied to any of my messages and so I felt it was best that I come here and speak to you in person,” Jane said quickly.
“I changed my number about 3 years ago,” I replied.
I couldn’t stop looking at the kid that was holding on to his mother’s leg. I searched his face for features that looked like me. He was a downright adorable kid, but I wasn’t sure if he looked like me at all. However, I knew that looks weren’t enough to go on in order to determine paternity. I also didn’t want to upset her by making such an accusation.
Jane and I hooked up a few times about 4 years prior. Neither of us was looking for anything serious at the time, and so it was a perfect match. However our brief encounters fizzled out, and I moved on my life. We stopped calling each other and so I figured that it was a mutual decision. She never had a real idea of who I was. She was aware that I had a substantial amount of money, but she never realized that I was a billionaire.
“That would explain it,” she said with a half-smile.
“I’m sorry but please forgive me. I’m at a loss for words, this is really unexpected. Why did you decide to reach out to me now?”
She took a deep breath, “I was trying to move on with my life with our son, and I was doing just fine. It was difficult raising your child, and you weren’t even aware that you had a son. So when you popped up in the press, I took it as a sign to contact you.”
I took a deep breath and scolded myself for being so mistrusting. She never struck me as the devious type when we were involved, but I knew that most people operated with ulterior motives.
“So because you saw me in the press you decided that it was time to tell me that I had a son?” I asked. Much to my dismay, I wasn’t able to mask the anger in my voice.
“You vanished! I tried to call you, and that was the only way of contacting that I knew of. We met in hotels, and it was only after seeing you in the press that I knew how to track you down,” she said in exasperation.
“So what do you want from me exactly?” I said as I tempered my voice. I didn’t want to scare her child.
“I want you to be a father to your son,” she said in a matter of fact tone.
I ran a hand down my face, and I swallowed hard when I saw Camille get off of the elevator. #Chapter2
“I just need for you to stick through this with me.”
Kyle couldn’t have thought that it was that easy. I know that trick, hell I’ve done that trick. I’ll say something really quickly and leave before the person has a chance to say anything back. There’s no way that I was going to stay upstairs like a “good girl” while he went to see his son. Usually I would mind my own business but this was definitely in the realm of my business. Kyle and I were about to get married, and this was something that could affect the rest of our life. After I gave it a few moments I headed to the elevators. I hoped that he wouldn’t be upset, but my curiosity had gotten the best of me.
When I stepped off of the elevator I could hear Kyle and the woman talking.
“What do you want from me exactly?” He asked the woman in a strained voice.
She was pretty good looking. She was about 5’4, jet black hair, pale skin, and a great body. When I saw her I immediately thought of her as a vampire if that makes any sense. Her beauty was ethereal, and it annoyed me to no end because I just wanted her to go away. A twinge of jealousy struck me, and it was crazy because we were about to get married.