Pregnant For My Billionaire Boss

Chapter Two: I Don't Need You.

Zoe’s POV.

“Rover?” The word slipped out before I could stop it, my voice trembling with disbelief and rage. “What the hell are you doing here?”

For a second, I couldn’t move. My heart pounded in my chest. Shock, anger, and fear flooded my system as I faced my arrogant ex. Of all the people I expected to see, Rover was the last. My mind raced as I tried to process why he was here, what he could possibly want after so many attempts of telling him to leave my life.

My bag slipped from my shoulder, hitting the floor with a dull thud as I stared at him, my ex—the d**k who had destroyed my life—standing on my doorstep like he belonged there.

He leaned casually against the doorframe, that infuriating smirk still playing on his lips. He hadn’t changed much. Still as tall, still as handsome, still as arrogant as ever. His blonde hair was perfectly styled, his expensive suit tailored to perfection, and his white shirt with its first three buttons undone. He looked every bit the wealthy, entitled asshole he’d always been, and with seeing his face first today, I knew I was in for a bad day.

I scrunched my nose as I took my focus away from him with disgust.

“Zoe, baby.” he said, his tone smooth and condescending. “You’re being unnecessarily cold this morning. Why haven’t you been answering my texts and messages, babe?”

Babe? Didn’t he get it? He was really delirious.

I took a step back, eyeing him from head to toe. “How many times do I have to tell you we’re through? Haven’t you done enough, Rover? And how did you find my address?”

He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused by my reaction. “Oh please, Zoe. We both know you don’t mean it. And you know I’ll not let you go that easy. Why wouldn’t I be able to find you? You’re mine.”

He didn’t even ask to come in before crossing over my bag and sat way too comfortably on the little sofa in my apartment and gave a little scoff eyeing the place.

“Yours?” I nearly spat the word, the anger I’d been holding back for so long finally bubbling to the surface. “I’m not yours, Rover. You’re nothing to me, you sick bastard. Get the hell out of my house.” I pointed at the door.

He let out a spine chilling cackle and crossed his legs, turning his focus at me. His smirk faltered for a brief second, but then it was back, stronger than ever. “Come on, Zoe. Don’t be like that. I just wanted to see how you were doing.”

The audacity of his words made me want to scream. In his stupid brain, he thought we were still an item? He was even seated comfortably in my house, after I’d made it clear for him to stay the hell away from me.

“You know what? I’m doing just fine. Without you.” I said through gritted teeth, though the truth was far from it. I was barely holding it together, but I refused to let him see that. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction he got from seeing me suffer.

“Oh, Really?” He stood up and stepped closer, his hand placed on the wall caging me as his eyes narrowed, taking in my appearance. “You obviously aren’t doing fine without me. I mean, look at you.”. His dirty w***e fingers ran through the loose strands on my face. “You look pathetic.”

In my house? Pathetic?

I clenched my fists, trying so hard not to punch him in the d**k. “What do you want, Rover? Why are you here?”

“Good, now we’re going straight to the point.” He said, pocketing his hands and moving away from me. “Midas needs money for reconstructive surgery, money you clearly don’t have, and I need my girlfriend back. We’ve been through this countless times already.”

“Not happening, you dick.” I shot back, my voice shaking with barely-contained fury. “You have no right to be here, Rover. I’d rather eat nails than accept that crap. After everything you did—”

“Careful, honey.” His jaw tightened, cutting me off. “You might get what you just called me now.”

His disgust wore off and a sly smirk lined his lips as he strode back to me. “Listen, I didn’t come here to argue. I came to talk.”

His body was centimeters away from me as the heat radiating from his body irritated me.

“We’ve crossed that path, ‘Honey’.” I said sarcastically, my patience wearing thin.

His smirk faded, replaced by a more serious expression. “You need me.” He whispered. “I want you. It’s a win-win situation.”

His hot breath on my skin used to send butterflies down my stomach, but now, him being this close made me want to vomit. I stared at him, unable to believe what I was hearing. Was he serious? Did he really think he could just waltz back into my life and make everything dance to his tune like he did before?

Not happening.

“There’s nothing I need from you, Rover.” I said, my voice cold. “You’re my past which I’ve tried to make evidently clear to you, and I’ve moved on. We’re done.”

It looked like I had hit a nerve with the way his jaw tightened and was breathing like an angry bull. Usually, he’d slap me, but he clenched his fist, trying to control himself. Thank goodness I left him.

What was I thinking before?

“You say that now, but I think you’ll change your mind as soon as your new job makes you more broke than you are now, and you’ll drag your sorry w***e self back into my arms.” He said arrogantly, his cologne choking me.

I slapped the douchebag across the face. He may have gotten away with calling me names before, but that was the past. He held his face and his eyes turned red.

“I doubt I’ll ever need your sorry ass.” I snapped, my anger boiling over. “You and I are through, Rover, and nothing will ever change that.”

He didn’t move his hand from his cheek, his eyes locked on mine with fury. “Zoe, you—”

“Leave, Now!” I shouted, the word echoing in the hallway. I didn’t care if I woke up the neighbors. I didn’t care about anything right now except getting him as far away from me as possible.

He licked inside his cheek and took a deep breath, grinning widely. “Alright. I’ll go. But this isn’t over, Zoe. Not by a long shot.”

With that, he turned, kicked my bag to the curb, and walked away, leaving me standing in the doorway, my heart pounding in my chest. Jackass. I watched him disappear down the hall. I wasn’t safe from Rover and I knew it. But I put him in his place and left him with a stinging gift to remember me by.

What did he want with me? He constantly compared me to those whores, and now he suddenly can’t live without me? Bullshit.

***

I sat in my resident doctor friend Daryl’s office, biting into my lunch with more force than necessary. Daryl was the only one who got me in this freaking place. He was like a brother to me, and I loved his company.

I couldn’t believe Fiona had dragged me out of bed at the crack of dawn for what she’d called an “urgent situation,” only for me to find out that the so-called important patient was nowhere to be found. Apparently, being rich meant you could waste other people’s time without a second thought.

I glanced at Daryl, who was hunched over his desk, engrossed with the content he had typing on his laptop. He was the only thing making this job bearable—his easygoing nature and quirky habits reminded me of Summer, and it always managed to lift my spirits, even on my bad days.

“Can you believe this?” I muttered around a mouthful of my sandwich. “I was called out of bed by Fiona, who made it seem as if I wasn’t here, fire would engulf this whole place. Not knowing it was for someone who thinks it’s okay to be late because he’s got more money than God.”

Daryl smirked, not looking up from his screen. “You should be used to it by now, Zoe. She always does this.”

I nodded, rolling my eyes. “Do you understand? What pisses me off the most is that Clara b***h took a day off again to get f****d, leaving me here, starving and annoyed, waiting for Mr. Moneybags to grace us with his presence.”

Daryl finally looked up, laughing. “You know how it is, Zoe. Clara’s been here a while before you, and she sees you as an opportunity to slack off. Plus, these VIPs practically keep this place running. If we didn’t treat them like royalty, Fiona would lose her shit.”

“I’d argue she’s already lost it.” I muttered, taking another bite. “It’s not fair. I swear, if I have to listen to her yell at me cause of that d**k who’s taking his sweet time, I’ll—”

As if on cue, the office door swung open with a bang, and there stood Fiona, her face red with anger. “Ms. Williams! What the hell are you doing in here, chit-chatting when the VIP patient is waiting for you? I told you he was important!”

I jumped, nearly choking on my sandwich. “He’s here?” I asked, wiping my mouth quickly and standing up.

“Yes, he’s here.” Fiona snapped, her hands on her hips. “And he’s been waiting for the past ten minutes while you’ve been gossiping!”

I wasn’t gossiping. Jeez.

“Get up and follow me to the VIP check-up room, now!”

I shot a helpless look at Daryl, who shrugged his shoulders and mouthed “Good luck.” With a sigh, I dropped my club sandwich in my bag and followed Fiona out of the office. My annoyance was quickly turning into anxiety. If this guy was as important as Fiona claimed, I couldn’t afford to mess this up. My job was already hanging by a thread.

As we reached the VIP section of the clinic, my stomach twisted in knots. Fiona pushed open the door to the check-up room, and I stood outside, admiring the cold air-conditioned wind that met my face.

I followed Fiona in, and then I froze.

Standing—or rather, sitting and backing me—on the examination table was the most insanely tall and sexily chiseled man I’d ever seen in my life. He was shirtless, his chiseled back faced me as he was fully involved in a conversation with a friend who looked as rich, with muscles rippling under his tan skin. His dark hair was tousled in that effortlessly sexy way that only men with too much money could pull off. Everything about him screamed luxury and sexiness.

I forgot to breathe for a second. I just stood there, staring at him like an i***t.

“Zoe!” Fiona hissed from behind me, snapping me back to reality. “This is Mr. Black. I expect you to treat him with the utmost care.”

Then, he turned to face me. I realized I knew the demigod all too well.

Leo Black.

My heart sank into my stomach beholding his masterpiece of a physique. This wasn’t just any VIP. This was Leo Black, the richest billionaire in New York, a man whose name was synonymous with power, wealth, and influence. And here he was, sitting shirtless in front of me, waiting for a check-up. He was too large for the examination table, his big legs making it seem small in comparison. His ripped abs and large chests were a sight for sore eyes, and his defined chin. I’ve only seen him on TV shows and they did no justice to his handsomeness. His broad shoulders practically filled the room, and I couldn’t help but wonder how someone could be both gorgeous and intimidating at the same time.

Then there were his eyes—piercing blue, like ice on a winter’s evening, and currently staring right at me.

I swallowed hard, trying to regain my composure as I stepped further into the room.

“Mr. Black, this is your nurse. She’ll be the one to be conducting your physical examination.” Fiona said with a politician’s smile, forcing me from where I froze forward to him.

He looked me up and down, what seemed like he was checking me out. His lips tugged slightly to one side, making my skin prickle with his hot gaze all over me. But then he gave a slight nod, his expression unreadable.

“Thank you, Ms. Fiona. That’ll do.” He replied, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine as his eyes didn’t leave my body once.

This was going to be one hell of a check-up.