THE ACCIDENTAL HEIR

The Billionaire’s Dilemma

Baxter Pov:

Absolutely, utterly, f*****g amazing.

Best

Night

Ever

But, my heart reached a speed of over 110 bpm when I realised we didn't use protection. I even had to check my Fitbit to be sure I wasn't about to collapse on the bed with severe chest pains from a potential life changing problem.

Uncontrollably, I shot up in a seating position, noticing the time was only eight thirty on a Saturday morning - a time that would be considered foreign to me on a weekend.

Shifting my gaze from the nerdy alarm clock on my bedside table, I watched as Lucy's eyes twitched then gently blinked open. Her gaze was fixated on me, relaxed from sleep, but then she must have seen the panic erupting through my features; she slowly sat up concerned at my expression.

"What's wrong? Was I supposed to leave? You fell asleep on me." She spoke with a sheepish tone, nervous that I was about to throw her out. She shouldn't have left. This was how it should be. I wanted this, but now? Now I was full blown panicking.

"No - in fact yes you need to go. We didn't use protection, Lucy." My cold attitude smacked her straight in the face, and my heart sunk. I didn't want to treat her like all the other women I slept with, but because of that we forgot the most important thing in this situation.

"Do you know what? f**k you! I never intended to stay. I'll be out your way in no time." She chucked the quilt off herself, ensuring it hit me straight in the face, then began dressing in last night's poor choice of clothing that riled me seeing her in it. Yet, I was still more concerned with the condom situation.

"We didn't use protection, did you not hear me the first time?!"

"I heard you." She looked way too relaxed for this, maybe this was her plan? She knew I was a billionaire, and intended to trap me?

"Typical. You did this on purpose didn't you?" I shook my head in disbelief.

Maybe I sounded absolutely absurd, but I've let my guard down on somebody resulting in the worst conclusion ever. I couldn't have a child with somebody, my life was way too complicated for that. No one deserved that, especially not an innocent child.

"Excuse me?" She froze, dressed half way down her body with her tiny little pants on full display. Even angry at her, my libido still wanted her.

She'd noticed me staring and shoved her dress down - not that it did much of a difference. You could still see most of her soft, smooth legs that were gripped on my shoulders last night as I thrusted into her.

Stop thinking about her body. Her. Everything to do with her.

I realised how ridiculous my accusation had been, and tried to steer away from it.

"Nothing. Just go." I put my head in my hands. I was so angry at myself for the way I was speaking to her, but also for allowing it to get this way. Something shifted inside me last night, allowing me to become open with the woman. So hypnotised by her, we forgot to use protection.

"I'm going, don't worry." I could hear sadness as she spoke. This was for the best.

"And just so you know, I'm on the pill. You don't need to worry. Maybe I'd have told you sooner, but you didn't really give me a chance." She practically spat it at me, anger evident in her voice.

I listened to her sexy heels tap their way down the glass staircase, only to jump when the door slammed behind her. If this was an old house, I'd be forking out money for new plastering.

Checking the time on my Fitbit, my heartbeat was still at an erratic speed of 108 bpm. Most likely from the devastating heartache of letting a woman like Lucy walk out my door doing the walk of shame, after treating her like dirt on my shoe.

Correction: storm out my door. Possibly breaking something.

To make things worse, I was still hard from the sight of her panties as well as the image of her amazing legs attached to me last night. I rubbed my forehead in aggression. I was about to rub straight through to my brain at this rate; I was so fuming at myself for letting all this happen. My heart had somehow got involved with a woman, and now I'd treated her the complete opposite to what I wanted to do. I told her to leave when I wanted her to stay, not worry about the contraception issue, and redo last night a hundred times.

You can't do that Bax. There's too much at stake.

The thought hit me hard making me realise I was way over my head to think that I could have done different. To protect her, I had to push her away. Hopefully, I'd never have to see her again.

I was about to compress my emotions - and my hard on - with a shower until my phone buzzed.

Who wants me now?

Liam: Melissa and her dad are at the office? What should I do?

Fucksakes. Melissa was a grade A pain in the ass. If she wasn't trying to seduce me, her dad was trying to get me to marry her. Somehow Mr Marvin never got the message that I wasn't interested in marrying his blonde bombshell of a daughter. Yes, she was attractive, had a gorgeous body, and her dad had immense business skills that I could use, but despite all that I didn't want her. I was a selfish bastard, that refused love, and definitely refused to be owned. Something that would occur once I married into that family.

The predominant reason for my hand in marriage is so I can eventually go into partnership with him - maybe even take full control of his company as well as my own. He was also a selfish bastard - but I was nothing like him - he wanted his daughter to marry a wealthy business man for his own purposes, yet she let him. Deep down it's because he wants me, and so does she; but that still doesn't make it okay. You don't force your child into something for those reasons. I might not allow room for love in my life - living a dark, depressing, simple life - but marriage is not a corporate agreement. I'm pretty certain if you google the definition, proposing marriage is not identical, or the same, to proposing a business idea. Saying 'I do' at the altar is a declaration of love, not to declare ownership of a company. Therefore, even if my heart longed for the woman, I would never allow him to pawn her for his business.

Me: Tell them I'm not in today. They know the score.

Before I could continue my morning routine - shower, coffee, gym, work from home - Liam shot another message through.

Liam: He said you either come down here, or he'll come to you. Simple as. Look mate I can't physically throw the man out or call security, he's not harming anyone so just come? Or let him come to you, and I'll make sure I'm there.

Liam was my closest friend, alongside being my lawyer. I didn't want the fucker in my house, but if Liam was present then there could be no harm. Liam was successful at his job. He worked his ass off at my company, so I never had any concerns about him. Except when it came to this man. He was manipulative. I just hoped I didn't regret this.

Me: Fine. Tell him to come over. He has ten minutes tops, I've got things to do.

Blunt but precise. Either he listened or I'd chuck him out myself.

Now that was sorted, my mind had completely tracked back to normal. Only, normal was fretting over Lucy.

Just forget about the damn woman!

I had an hour to get ready, so I forced her to the back of my mind - where hopefully she would completely disappear or stay without harming me.

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Less than twenty minutes later, an abrupt knock came from the front door.

My house is gated, but Liam has access at all times being my lawyer, so he most likely just bought them both straight up.

"Bax." The clipped, serious introduction was typical for Mr Marvin. Always straight up and business like.

"Mr Marvin, how lovely of you to occupy my home." f**k being nice, the sarcasm was dripping from my words.

"Hey baxy." Melissa spoke to me like I was a baby she was trying to cradle to sleep. Something I wouldn't have problems doing if I was in her embrace.

"Melissa." Now I sounded like Mr Marvin.

"Shall we all just sit down?" Liam always knew how to rush a situation, I was hoping he could completely skip what was about to happen so I didn't have to listen - unfortunately there's no such thing as time travelling.

We stalked over to the sitting room, filling up the two sofas; Melissa with her dad, opposite to me and Liam.

"Just get this over with will you." I couldn't care less anymore, my morning had been hell. Surely it couldn't get worse?

"You are going to marry my daughter."

His face was serious as he interlocked his hands, while learning on his thighs. His eyes bored into me waiting for my response.

"Why are you here? This? You just want to ask me that?" I was mocking him by laughing but he wasn't taking it lightly.

"You're misunderstanding my proposal, I'm not asking, I'm telling." He was getting angry now, fuming even. I could hear it clear as day.

"I'm not marrying your daughter."

"Yes you are. I'll be back in a few weeks to sort it all out." He got up, left, and I was sat confused by his absurd behaviour. Did he not realise I had rights to my own life?

"Something strange. Why would he make it clear you were going to do it - despite your answer of no - and then walk out all confident as if he'd just secured a huge business deal."

"I don't know. I'm so lost."

"You look at it too, something is going on?"

He asked me curiously.

"Yes I've just been summoned to a marriage."

"You know I'm asking about something else."

Like I was about to talk about Lucy to Liam.

"It's nothing, I just woke up on the wrong side of my bed." I trekked up the stairs and shouted back, "Let me know when you've left."

Liam knew when not to push me, so as soon as I shut my bedroom door, I heard the sound of the front door clicking, and I was left relieved by not having to discuss my morning with anyone.

To be continued…