The Billionaire's Pregnant Mistress

Meeting the Parents

Ezra

Like a fool, I ran after the cab, calling her name, “Amelia!” I stopped in the middle of the road and stared when the cab disappeared from view. A car honks behind me, and Willow puts her arm around me and walks me to the sidewalk. I couldn’t help the tears that fell.

“Oh, honey,” Willow wiped the tears from my eyes. “Let’s get you home.”

“No,” I protest. “I have to find her.”

“She- “

“I have to find her, Willow,” I yell at my best friend. “I can’t let her abort our child.”

Willow frowns, “Do you know where she went?”

I shake my head, dig into my pocket, and realize I don’t have my phone. I don’t remember Amelia’s number. “I don’t have my damn phone.”

“Okay,” Willow sighs.

“Her parents. We can get a hold of her parents,” I state.

Willow walks me back to the limo. “I can cal