MR.BILLIONAIRE, I AM PREGNANT

CHAPTER 03

I felt the weight of a warm body on mine, and I ended up smiling. My mood was wonderful and for a second, I just clung to the memory of the multiple orgasms in a night that I really needed them.

That touch on my body, again, making me desire the forbidden. And then, a snap came to mind.

I opened my eyes wide, turning around and looking at the man lying next to me.

We had had s*x in the car, and I don't know at what moment, my mind was completely lost, and I ended up there, in his bed. The incredible orgasm was the motivation. At least, that was the story I told myself.

I broke away from him, and just stood there for a few seconds, with my naked body in the middle of his room.

He was wrapped in the sheets, which I threw in with him for a night, as if we... As if we weren't us. Ian was the man I hated. Was not?

At least, I thought it was.

We never managed to have a simple conversation, out of courtesy, and suddenly, we were on a hot night in the car, against the front door of his house, on the stairs... Damn!

I picked up my dress, which was now in pieces on the floor. He had practically torn it in half, still in the car. I then grabbed the black shirt he had worn the night before, which would serve perfectly as a dress for me.

The sun wasn't scorching, and when I looked at my phone, I realized it was still eight in the morning. My luck had to work that morning, and I would be able to escape unscathed from there, without anyone in his vast and imposing estate seeing me.

Without becoming the town's gossip, that I had spent the night with the man everyone wanted to marry.

I paused for a moment at the door and swallowed hard, seeing him breathing deeply. I didn't want to think about it, but I did. Maybe about everything. Maybe about nothing. I just knew that the hot man who had made me burn for all those hours together didn't look anything like the man I knew in everyday life.

Stop thinking, please!

I left his room and thanked the heavens that he had such a huge house and lived completely alone. His family was vast, but only he seemed to love those lands.

I couldn't say how or if my luck had returned with full force, but I managed to find the old hole in the fence that surrounded the entire property, which I knew very well. It was the fence I used to roam around as a child, dreaming, along with my parents, that one day we would build something as grand as the Torres.

What a stupid and childish dream!

We had the land, or at least we tried to have it. After their passing when I was just sixteen, there was only that hole in the fence, which I didn't know how, but I could still manage to slip through, and overgrown weeds with pieces of wood scattered around.

I found myself taking off my not-so-high heels and feeling the earth beneath my feet. I closed my eyes for a few seconds, and it was like being transported back in time. I missed being there, on that land, in that dream.

I smiled to myself, as if I could feel my parents there. However, I knew that life had other plans for them, just as it did for me. From time to time, I could see myself just arriving on those lands, which were no longer ours, and just staying. Feeling that somehow, I would be able to reclaim them.

It had been auctioned off many years ago, and I didn't know how, but no one had touched it. My quest to find out who ended up buying it had been in vain. Most likely some powerful family.

For a moment, I considered it might have been the Torres, our neighbors, who would love to expand their ranch there. I imagined so.

However, the place remained intact. Just the way it had been left, years ago. Just like the mark I had made on the apple tree near a small lake. I smiled, touching it and seeing my initial. My parents' initials were above, and I felt like I was reliving everything I missed so much.

They were dreamers, and they taught me to dream. What neither they nor I expected was that life would separate us so early. It had done that, and suddenly, the dream of the Gonçalo ranch had practically faded away. It wasn't a grandiose surname like many in the region, and I knew they didn't even desire it; they just felt that was the place to be.

Feet covered in dirt and grass, and a smile on my face.

"One day, I will build the house we dreamed of," I said, touching the initials. "I will get a new job, maybe the book I am going to publish will be a success. Leti, Gabi, and Ane read it, and they... They said the e-book audience will love it. You, as good romantics, would love it too."

"I knew you'd be here."

I froze at the voice and turned slightly. The loud and imposing tone was familiar, suddenly more familiar than usual.

Ian was walking toward me, shirtless, wearing just a hat, jeans, and boots.

How could he be so quiet?

How could he look so damn hot? Damn!

"What are you doing here?" I asked, crossing my arms and looking at him in confusion. Our night had been wild enough to leave me on edge. However, I still didn't shy away from a good confrontation. Even though I knew what that six-pack body, which I counted as I licked them... damn it!

"Intruding on someone's property," he replied, and I nodded, swallowing hard.

"They bought it, but they never did anything with it," I commented, not even sure why I was doing it. Maybe because being there made me completely unfocused. Or the fact that Ian shirtless and looking very handsome at eight in the morning was something I didn't expect. "Anyway, I am heading home," I said, forcing a smile and turning my back to him.

"Here is your home, or at least it used to be," he said, freezing my body, and I didn't know what he meant. "I found out who bought the land a few months ago," he continued, and I turned to him incredulously.

“Who…”

"We can have an agreement, kid," he said, and his tone of mockery didn't escape me as I looked at him as if he'd lost his mind.

"If you think that just because we..."

"I need a fake marriage, but one that doesn't look fake," he interrupted before I could finish my sentence, and everything seemed even worse. "I told you about this the last time we met, but you didn't want to listen."

"What did you want me to listen to?" I gestured with my hands, completely incredulous. "You showed up out of nowhere at my house and asked me to marry you. Of course, I slammed the door in your face! I thought old age had made you lose your marbles."

"You should at least listen to your elders," his voice barely came out, and I could tell he was nervous. "I wasn't crazy or f*****g drunk," he explained, as if he could read the thoughts that had crossed my mind weeks ago.

"I am not going to marry you," I said, opening my arms to make it clear. "We can barely stand each other, Ian. How am I the perfect choice for a fake marriage? I am in love with someone else, damn it!"

I saw his jaw tighten even more, and I hated that I couldn't read him. The man was still a fortress.

"We're not talking about love. We're talking about a one-year contract, and after that, you can marry the kid as many times as you want, of course, if he'll have you," he said, and I looked at him with even more anger, knowing that there was no chance of that happening.

"My family is pressuring me to get married," he continued.

"A thirty-six-year-old man who does what his family tells him? Is there some money you're going to receive or..."

"It's real life, kid," he interrupted me. "You don't need to know my personal reasons, just sign the papers."

"There's nothing that..."

"The farm lands would be yours," he said. I blinked a few times, completely bewildered. "I found out who the buyer is, and I know they're open to offers."

"Who is it?" I asked, unable to hold back, and took a step forward. "I've been..."

"You need to sign the papers first," he cut me off, and I knew he was dead serious.