Giving the married billionaire an heir

CHAPTER 3

AIDEN'S POV

That was the thing with me and Damsels in distress. How did I go from wanting a night of casual fun for a particular purpose to rescuing a woman who was either more foolish than her face indicated or trying to get one over on her boyfriend?

I glanced at her, still shaken beside me, her fingers clutching the edge of her seat as if it might keep her grounded. She startled suddenly, her phone slipping from her lap and clattering to the floor. I feigned irritation to cover my growing concern.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, keeping my tone flat.

Instead of answering, she hit the side of the car door, desperately trying to open it. Alarm shot through me. Was she panicking now? If she was having second thoughts about leaving her boyfriend, I might actually pop a vein.

I pulled over at the side of the mostly deserted road, making sure the lock was still engaged.

“What?” I asked again, and she looked at me with panic in her eyes.

“My friend. I left my friend in the club.” She cried.

Oh.

She tried the lock again. “Open, please. Why won't it open?” She moaned.

“Have you tried calling her?”

She looked at me as if I'd just suggested something impossible.

Okay, so maybe the guy really was someone unknown to her. She was going into shock already.

I put command in my voice.

“Where's your phone?”

She checked her lap and looked back at me wide-eyed when it revealed nothing. I had to force my eyes to meet hers. I'd noticed that the dress she was wearing was short, but with everything else that had happened, it had somehow skipped my mind. The eyeful I'd just gotten was branded in my memory now. I tossed my suit jacket on her lap and then picked up her phone.

She still looked wide-eyed but she collected the phone from me.

“Call her.”

It took a few more repetitions of the instruction before she did. Her friend picked up immediately.

“Jamie,” my companion shouted. “Where are you?”

There was static from the other end before someone said something I couldn't hear. Almost immediately, another voice, a male, much louder one cut in and started shouting. I could hear what this person was saying.

“A club, really, Rebecca? Come back right now, you're too young for a midlife crises.”

I looked at her face and the wide-eyed expression of shock had been replaced with a complex look I couldn't interpret. But she looked more alert now. When she saw that I was listening, she reduced the volume of the call so I could no longer hear.

They man said some more things, and she just responded with an okay. Then she hung up.

There was a brief moment of silence between us before she broke it.

“Thank you.” She said softly and I nodded.

“Where to?” I asked as I put the car in drive.

She looked at me shyly before she did something that made me slam my feet on the brake, in the middle of the road.

“s**t,” I exclaimed, all calmness gone. If it had been a busy road, I could have gotten us in an accident. I picked up the jacket she’d removed from her lap and threw it at her.

“Cover yourself.” my voice came out a growl.

Her lips curled up in a small smile as she put the jacket back on her lap. I didn’t know what to think. Maybe this was all a big, fat plan to take advantage of me. I doubted it though. Because except if William sent them, there was no way anyone knew my intended location for the night.

I realized that I still didn’t have a destination. I looked at her through the side of my eye and she was just staring into space.

“Where to?” I asked again.

“I could use a drink.” she said.

I looked at her in surprise. “Aren’t you going home? Your friend must be expecting you.”

She shrugged and I gave in with a sigh. “Fine. One drink, then you’re going home.”

We stopped at a quiet bar and one drink turned to more than six. At that point, I’d stopped with my commentary. What I couldn’t undersand, however was why I was still with her. I could go home. It was almost 11: pm and I’d had to urn on my phone when Patricia called me the seventh time. God knew why she was calling because there was literally no way it was because she cared. Maybe she assumed I was somewhere out there cheating on her.

The statement she’d made during our last fight echoed in my head again.

If you’re that sure, maybe you should try getting someone else pregnant then.

I shook my head. If at all I was really cruel enough to do that as I’d planned—go to a bar, start up a conversation with a random woman, have s*x with her, and see if she got pregnant—I'd lost the chance for the night.

Rebecca let out a sigh and I turned to her. With the speed at which she’d inhaled those drinks, it wasn’t a surprise her cheeks were rosy. When she saw that she had my attention, she removed the jacket from her lap and tottered on her heels to my back, hugging me from behind.

I sighed, feeling my traitorous body respond to her seduction; her hands weren’t idle either, I grabbed them as they wandered silkily to a part of my body I was trying not to draw atenion to.

“What are you doing?” I asked her and she nuzzled my neck. I shivered, gently pushing her back.

She came to stand in front of me. Her naked lap directly at my eye-level, I forced my gaze up.

“Let’s go.”

I narrowed my eyes. “Go where?”

I got my answer when she only moved closer, her legs bracketing the chair I was. She was an inch from sitting in my lap.

“You want me,” she whispered in my ear and I swallowed. “I want you too,” she continued, pecking me on the lips. “You literally saved my life earlier, let me say thank you.”

“Why?” I don’t know why I felt the need to ask.

She looked away for a second before looking back and licking her lips. “I told you, I want you.”

“And if I say no?” I asked, though the word felt foreign on my tongue.

She didn’t answer, instead sitting in my lap, and forcing a huff out of me at the contact.

“Why would you say no?” She whispered directly in my ears. “It’s clear you want me. It’s just for a night.”

‘Just for a night’, that phrase simmered in my ear. I shouldn’t take her up on her offer because she was drunk, but I kind of needed it too. It just had to be for one night. If she got pregnant, I could pay her to have the baby and own the heir Pat desperately refused to give me.

It just had to be for one night. Just one night to secure my fortunes. I raised her up on her feet and pulled her in the direction of the car. Just one night, if it didn’t work…