The Billionaire's Baby

I sat nervously in the posh waiting lounge, staring at the pastel art against the white walls, setting the art off to its full potential. The furniture in the room was awash in blazing white-down to the carpet, which i hardly dared walk on if I left small dirt tracks in its wake. I suppose it did set the splashes of colour in the artwork.... "Senor Cruz will see you now, Miss Blake." The stunning secretary with the longest legs I'd ever seen called over to me, batting her long fake lashes sweetly. I couldn't help but notice the almost fake sweetness she was displaying. Under all these, I'd bet my very last cent that this was the kind of woman that planned everyone's downfall around her. Of course, nothing but the best and prettiest for Senor Cruz, I thought. You didn't get anywhere in this world being nice, least of all working for Julian Cruz - The king of all piranas. He smelled weakness a hundred miles off, and was quick to attack and devour. "Thank you." I smiled back warmly, standing up from where i sat. Before entering his office, I found myself smoothing back my light golden blonde hair that was tied back into a high ponytail, the swept side fringe tickling at my eyelashes, and acting as a protective cover when I shyed away from blunt stares. My fingers shook violently as my palm closed on the latch on the door. Taking a deep breath, I forced my body into gear and entered the office. "Tall, proud, single, and confident" I whispered to myself for motivation. The office I stepped into screamed wealth and taste. From the expensive art on the walls, to the sweet fragrance tingling my nose. I'm not tall. I contradicted myself. I'm not proud, far from it! And I'm over one thousand percent sure that I'm the furthest person away from confident. Those big words I forced to motivate me drained out of me the moment I crossed the threshold. My eyes roamed and fixed on the expensive brown desk right in front of me that dominated the room, but more importantly, my wide crystal green eyes locked with the hard steel brown eyes of the man sitting behind the desk. Julian Cruz. The most handsome man I have ever laid eyes on. The most ruthless shark in all the business branches he chose to invest in. And not only was he Spain's most notorious playboy, he was also New York's. Julian Cruz, was in fact, much like a shark rather than a pirana. He liked to stalk his prey. If he wanted something, he got it. God help anyone who didn't give in to him straight away. And if you dare to...be prepared to hang on to your very last dollar because this man will destroy anything you owned until you signed away your soul to him. He was a predator. He made me burn with need anytime I laid eyes on him. Every time he looked at me, I felt like a baby gazelle being stalked by a lion deciding whether he was hungry or not. He had a stare that made you either want to bolt, or if you had the balls to, run away. And, of course, this was him when he was happy or in a rare good mood. God help anyone who crossed this heartless man's path when he was pissed. "Ah, Buenos días, Sophie." His dark, sexy voice vibrated through me like a cold caress. My body instantly hummed with s****l arousal. Oh, how he knew his spanish always made me weak at the knees. "Hi, Julian." I whispered, glancing away from his savage stare. His eyes blazed like a storm brewing as he took in my figure. My loose fitted jeans clung to my long legs around my pert bottom. The plain vest top I wore from Primark covered my hour-glass figure and covered the globes of my breasts. I'd never touched cosmetic surgery, but the papers swear blind that I had my boobs done. I kept everything God had given me. I wore no makeup on my slender face. "I'm glad you came, Gatito." Julian murmured cunningly and seductively, staring at my parted lips. My top lip was thin and dainty, while my bottom lip was full. Nothing special. "You didn't give much choice." I replied softly, hating how he used my pet name. Kitten I suppose I could act like a kitten sometimes. I had that softness about me that allowed people to walk all over me. Especially...him. "Sit down." Julian gestured to the brown leather chair opposite his magnificent desk. Interestingly, every room I had come across since I stepped into this building was cream. Funny how this room was almost completely dark. "Thank you," I replied. Carefully, I walked over to the chair and sat slowly, warily, down in it, without embarrassing myself. Still, I averted his shark-like gaze. I glanced everywhere but at him, although I could feel his eyes boaring into my face, silently trying to force me to look at him. Though the air he gave off in waves almost felt like he was pleased, I didn't dare look at him. His tongue traced his bottom lip, completely taking me by surprise as my lower body ached with want. Oh, what that tongue had done to me in the past. How could he still make me feel this way after all these years? I chewed on my bottom lip, uncomfortable in my surroundings. Immediately, Julian's harsh eyes narrowed and focused on my bottom lip, causing me to shrink back in my seat. A move Julian didn't miss as a small smile spread across his thin mouth. Personally, I think it gave him a small bit of joy to see me so afraid of him. Probably more afraid than anyone had ever been of him. After all, we were treading unmarked territory. The last time I saw this man, he called me a gold digger, threw me out of his car, and left me there with my face red from embarrassment as people stared at me. Working up the courage, I threw off those unhappy memories and cleared my throat, nerves shooting from my body like little bolts of lightning. "So, why am I here, Julian?," my barely audible voice broke the straining silence. "It sounded important on the phone..." "Why did you leave? That's also an important question." Julian growled, staring down at the Macbook in front of him. His eyes darkened, and his eyes strained a little as he stared at something in front of him, taking up his complete attention. A gasp escaped my lips as the words he spoke came to my sudden realization. How dare he! He threw me from his car and called me a w***e! Who in their right mind would return to a broken relationship? He broke them up. Not her! Memories I had buried to the deepest pits of my soul came back to haunt me in that nano-second. Before, I knew it, tears began to fill my eyes, But, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing that he upset me, I blinked them away, angry. "You know exaclty what happened, you just didn't believe me. Oh and it was also the small matter of you throwing me out of your car and calling me a gold digger!" I snapped back impatiently, mainly from the wound he had reopened, "What am I doing here, Julian? And just so you know if I don't get a truthful answer, I'll walk from this office and if you ever contact me again, I'll tell everyone that you're stalking me!" Julian leaned menacingly over his desk, "Don't act all high and mighty, Sophie. It doesn't suit the innocent and sweet person you're showing the world." "I don't think you or your family are in any position to make threats, Sophie. Especially if it has resolved to you taking your clothes off for a living and your sister selling kiss and tell stories to the press, darling." He spun his Macbook around to show me what he was looking at. I lay spread across a faux rug, my blonde hair spread around in soft, long curls. The lower half of my body was hidden in a sexy, teasing pose. Diamonds were draped across my natural breasts, my rosy pink n*****s barely visible through the glamour. My bright green eyes appeared fairytale-like with the smokey eye shadow I had on, and my mouth falling open in welcome. It was the lowest thing I'd ever resorted to, I admitted to myself, my face burning with shame. ......Was he looking at me all that time? And here I was sitting across his desk while he perved over me. A small part of me hoped that he was jealous that many men across America had gotten to see what Julian had seen and touched...the only man to have seen and touched. "My family has nothing to do with this!" I replied with anger, hoping my eyes were blaring with the heat of anger I felt. "And it's my choice and private business, on my career choice, if you don't mind." It's no secret that your father's company is in crisis," Julian's voice dripped with smugness. Of course, he would be smug about that news. He'd been planning my father's downfall since he made his first million. Fury rolled off my tongue. It was no secret that my father and Julian hated each other. They were both petty and were always trying to get one over on each other. It was immature and silly. And now, out of spite, Julian owned everything of my father's that he had to sell off one by one. Houses, cars, hotels, investments, and lastly, the family home. The only house my parents bought. Most of the time they'd move from hotel to hotel as my parents hosted parties for the rich and famous. Julian now owned the only place in the world where he felt comfortable. The only place that made me feel like my life was no longer a rollercoaster. And the one place in the world that felt like home to me He owned everything! Then he liquidated all of my grandfather's and great-grandfather's companies that they poured their lives into. And a smug smile crossed his face as, for the first time, I felt that Julian was triumphant and happy. He liquidated everything except the last remaining business....the jewelry company my great-grandfather started up when he was young. The only thing my family had left. And that was even hanging on by the brink. "So you brought me here to gloat, did you?" I hissed, looking him in the eyes bravely, hoping to look as cold as he did. "That's low, Julian, even for you!" "No," Julian's composed face became serious and down to business. "I have a proposal for you and your family." I simply looked at him, his steel eyes cold and wary, and waited for him to continue. Nothing about this proposal could be good or even okay! But the stare of his beautiful piercing eyes burning into my soul caused me to blush a little and look down as butterflies danced in my stomach. God, he always managed to get my heart running from the lowest of the lows, to the highest of the highs. "I'll give your father money to get his jewelry company back off rock bottom." "And in return?" I whispered, hope rising in my chest. Could I save my father's company? If I did that, then maybe I'd finally be considered worth something to them. "And in return you will give me an heir," Julian finished.