The Billionaire’s Baby Mama

Chapter 5

May

Slamming the door to my car shut, I sit outside the huge building for a few minutes. That meeting wasn’t as horrible as I expected, what a relief. I’d spent weeks preparing for this and dreading it. I was being ridiculous—a coward. My eyes slid closed, and I breathed as deep as possible, stretching my lungs, forcing them to push past the band of panic that had been squeezing them. That went well.

I pick up my phone after connecting it to my car and I dial my personal Nine one one. "Hey Lola."

"May, how did it go?, i was thinking of calling you but I didn’t know if you’d be done already. But since you called I’m assuming you’ve seen him. That was fast. Too fast, wait, you have seen him right?, you didn’t chicken out at the last minute, right? Because if you did I am going to have to call Nessa to order you to go back up. I can’t make you go back, you know I am too nice. That reminds me Allen asked about you, though I told him today is your day off.”

Ladies and Gentlemen, and that is my best friend, Lola. She is a gentle soul who cannot harm a fly. She’s one of the most beautiful person I know, both inside and outside. She’s petite with beautiful golden hair and doe brown eyes that sparkle whenever she’s educating anyone on some random weird fact she came across from reading. She has a cute weird habit of scrunching her nose whenever she comes across something she doesn’t understand or whenever she’s confused. She is self diagnosed with logorrhoea. That means she will continue her ramble if I don’t nip it here. "I saw him.”

A breath of relief comes down the line. "That’s great May. What happened?, it was too fast, you called me fifteen minutes ago that you were outside his building. Oh wait let’s add Nessa to the call. Hmm, I wonder if she’ll pick, she has that meeting with that Spanish Model Guy. Or wait, let’s not talk about it until she’s here so you won’t have to repeat yourself again. But I can’t wait. I need to hear it now. I wonder if she will finally make good of her threat and use a pair of scissors on my Berkin Bag if we discuss this without her, you know how much I love that bag it’s-"

"Deep breaths Lola.” I interrupt. Knowing her she can go on and on. "In. Out. First, you know I also love that bag as much as you do. And Yes, we won’t discuss this without Nessa, I would like to avoid a repeat of last time. But what I can say is that the meeting wasn’t as I expected.

"Oh. Is that good or bad?”

"Good, I guess.” I say. He didn’t throw out his building as I imagined he would after seeing the pictures. He also didn’t call me a liar so that’s that. Even though he asked for a paternity test.

"Wheee. That’s great.” I can practically hear her smile through the phone.

"Yeah. It is. I gotta go. I need to check in on Mrs Russo, she wants my help with redecorating.”

"Okay. Help me say hi to her and thank her for the Apple pie she sent over last time, tell her I enjoyed it. Oh I will need to ask her for the recipe, I want to make it myself. Do you think she’ll give it to me? Or we could trade recipes, I could give her my special Coconut cake recipe. She’s not allergic to coconut, is she? Or I could give her my lamb chops recipe. Oh that’s right, she’s a vegetarian. I could-"

"Lola.”I interrupt again. I tend to do that a lot with her, though she gave us express permission to hit the breaks for her whenever she goes on like this.

She gives an impish laugh. "Oh thanks.”

"Sure. I gotta go. I’ll text you when I’m done with Mrs Russo. And I’ll pass along your message.”

"Thanks. Bye.”

I end the call and start my car. I can’t stop going over my meeting with Benjamin. He looked so different from before. His eyes looked more alive brighter then but now I can barely see the spark in his eyes. His body, yum. He looked great then with his lanky build and his barely developing muscles but now he looks like an Adonis God with such sculpted body. And his hair. Damn, I remember how silky it felt when I ran my hands through it whenever he licked my boobs or sucked on my neck. I loved it especially when he gave my ear lobe a little bite.

No! I slam down those thoughts. I can’t have such thoughts about him. I can’t think of how his body filled out his suit. I can’t think of how kissable his lips still looks like. No. It’s not appropriate to want him that way agin. I shouldn’t still want him. Not after how we ended things the last time.

Besides I need to do better with him this time. I am not thinking just for myself this time. I need to first and foremost do whatever is best for my kids. There are my number one priority as it should be. And right now, it is in their best interest that I do better with Benjamin. For My kids.

My kids. If you’d told me six years ago that I’d give birth to the most wonderful kids on the planet at the age of 18 I would have laughed in your face and then call you a joker. It was incomprehensible then, something I definitely didn’t plan to happen in another ten years. But then I got pregnant, I was so scared. I knew my mum would be so disappointed with me. After all her preaching and advice. The moment I found out I was pregnant I couldn’t bear to face her so I’d done the worst thing possible. I wrote her a letter and I left. 18 and pregnant, scared and broke, and I dropped my phone and my other devices.

I’d left the only home I’d known with nothing but some little savings and a bag containing my precious items. And I bought the cheapest ticket they had and took the earliest bus I could find that went out of town and I left without looking back.

It was the worst and best decision I ever made.