The Billionaire's Redemption

Furious

"Do you always reward him for misbehaving?" Donald’s eyes were flat and icy as they scanned her face.

Nancy waited until she judged the child was out of earshot before responding and opened her eyes. "What would you do—beat him?"

Her sneering suggestion made his face tauten with anger. "Children need to know what the boundaries are. It makes them feel secure."

"Hearing you throw around terms like security in connection with Sam." She swallowed back the anger that made her want to scream at him and hammer her fists against his chest. Her voice dropped to a low, scornful whisper, "You lost any right you might have had to criticise the way I bring up my child when you effectively disowned him."

Donald’s head reared as though she had struck him, "I would never knowingly disown my son," His low, uneven voice throbbed with sincerity, his mesmeric eyes locked onto hers.

" I stand corrected, you accidentally disowned him, which makes it all right, then." She went to the door and yanked it open, "‘You were just passing, I suppose, so feel free to carry on doing just that."

"You want me to leave?"

Nancy, her expression stony, fixed her eyes on the wall directly ahead, "The only thing I want more is for you to be kidnapped by aliens, but I’m realistic, I’ll settle for the former."

He dragged his long fingers through his hair, the sheer familiarity of the gesture made her ache.

"We need to talk."

She turned her head; he was incredible…really incredible! Did he really think she was going to let him waltz in here and mess up her life for a second time?

"Did I really ever find your autocratic mannerisms a turn-on?" She hadn’t realised until he responded in a dry tone that she had voiced her thoughts out loud. "I don’t know, did you?"

Subduing a mortified blush, she gave an indifferent shrug. " I don’t need to talk," she told him stonily.

"Then listen."

Nancy closed her eyes and stuffed her fingers in her ears, Through clenched teeth she began to hum loudly and tunelessly.

" So that behavior is still there? you still haven’t grown up, then."

Nancy’s blazing eyes lifted to the contemptuous face of the man who had captured her wrists. "Me? I’m not the one who throws away a relationship as casually as a spoilt brat throws away a toy that he’s got tired of."

His breath whistled in a startled gasp through his clenched teeth. "What did you say?"

"It roughly translates as get the hell out of here and my life… I hate and despise you!" She twisted her hands angrily, but instead of releasing her Donald jerked her towards him.

The breath whooshed out of her lungs as her body collided with a body that had no give. For one shocked moment she stood there feeling the strong, steady thud of his heart, then she began to struggle. She fought the rising tide of sensual inertia so powerful that it threatened to swamp her as much as the strong hands that imprisoned her. She fought because deep down there was a secret part of her that didn’t want to escape, a part of her that wanted to melt into him.

"Let me go… How dare…?"

Suddenly she was free.

The brief skirmish had only lasted a matter of seconds, but Nancy was fighting for breath as though she’d just gone five rounds with a contender for the title.

Rubbing one wrist, she glared at him, Donald had always been lean and hard in a tensile steel sort of way, he still didn’t carry an ounce of spare flesh, but that brief contact had revealed that he had bulked out muscle-wise, the treacherous burst of heat low in her belly filled her with intense shame.

" I’d like you to leave," she told him huskily.

"When I’ve said what I came to say."

Nancy gave a frustrated little grunt… Well, that much hadn’t changed, Donald was still as stubborn and incapable of compromise as ever. "Get your lawyer to write mine a letter," she suggested. "Isn’t that the way it usually works?"

"You don’t have a lawyer…"

"And you don’t have a chance in hell of getting me to listen to you, by the way what exactly do you want to talk about? The child that you insisted time and again that I should get rid of? You have no rights here so why don't you get into your fancy car and go back to your crazy psycho of a wife."

He studied her set, stubborn face and stony eyes for a moment before dragging a hand through his already "I need a drink."

" And I need a gun to kill you."

"You don't mean that, besides you wouldn't even hurt a fly."

"Have you forgotten that I shot someone the last day I saw you? And don't understand estimate a mother who is trying to protect her child."

His eyes narrowed, he knew that she had a stubborn side but to see it? Seeing her turning into this mama bear was such a turn on and he just wanted to kiss those lips.

Nancy was busy looking at the muscle that clenched and unclenched in his cheek which were having a strongly hypnotic effect on her. Dressed all in black, he looked sleek and dangerous and off-the-scale sexy!

"The house and town are the same, but you," he said, allowing his frowning gaze to move over her slender figure, "look different…"

Careful not to reveal by so much of a flicker of an eyelash what the critical brush of his eyes did to her, Nancy shrugged and stuck her hands in the pockets of her jeans. She was oblivious to the fact the action stretched the material, lovingly revealing the feminine curve of her slim thighs.

"I’m not the pushover I once was, certainly." She was faintly amazed to hear her voice emerge steady and even. "I don’t know why you’re here Donald, and I don’t want to know." She stood to one side and gestured to the open door.

"He’s my son."

Nancy’s slender shoulders lifted. "So…?"

He lifted a hand to his forehead, rubbing the groove between his dark brows. He continued to look uncharacteristically distracted. "I have a son."

"You say it as if it’s news Donald," she mocked. "You’ve had a son for the past two years and I didn’t notice you breaking any speed records to see him. Not even ab…birthday card." She lowered her eyes quickly as she felt the warmth of the unshed tears that filled them. She just wanted him out of her life.

"You need to leave and am tired of repeating myself so please go"

Donald's eyes become icy and he said to her, " we have a child so we have to get married and we need to do it tomorrow".

Nancy looked at him with shock in her eyes and burst out with laughter, she laughed so hard that tears even started running down her cheeks.

Donald was getting irritated with Nancy's laughter, "what's so funny?"

"Your suggestion that we get married, do you seriously think that am going to accept been a second wife to you? And besides people don't get married because of a child."

"He is my child and heir he needs to carry my name so we are getting married"

"Oh he is now your heir? After you wanted him dead?"

Donald tightened his lips with frustration, he couldn't believe how stubborn and argumentative she is.

"Ok let me put it this way, if your don't marry me and going to get my son from you and you know I can, so make up your mind do you want to continue seeing your child or not because am not leaving this place without him."