Pregnant for my cold billionaire Ex

Chapter 2: The Meeting

Amara stepped out of the cab and looked up at Kane Tower.

The building scraped the sky, shining in the midday sun like a blade of steel. Her heart thumped. Every time she saw this place, she felt small. Insignificant.

But she had agreed.

She squared her shoulders and walked inside.

The lobby was enormous. Marble floors stretched forever, shining under the bright lights. People passed her in tailored suits, whispering into phones, ignoring her completely.

“Floor fifty,” she muttered to herself, gripping the elevator button like a lifeline.

As the elevator rose, her mind raced.

Why did I even say yes?

He doesn’t know me. He said it himself.

And yet… I can’t stop thinking about him.

The elevator dinged. Floor fifty. The doors slid open with a quiet hum.

And there he was.

Alexander Kane. Leaning against the glass wall, looking out at the city below. The sunlight caught his hair just so, making him look untouchable, untamed, like someone from a different world entirely.

Amara’s breath caught. “Alexander.”

He didn’t turn immediately. Just continued staring at the skyline. Calm. Cold. Untouchable.

“You came,” he said finally, his voice low and even.

“I said I would.” She stepped closer, heels clicking on the polished floor.

He turned then, slowly. His eyes locked onto hers, unreadable. And for a brief second, something flickered there. A softness, gone before she could be sure it existed.

“I want to talk,” he said.

Amara raised an eyebrow. “About what? About how you don’t know me? About how you humiliated me in front of everyone?”

“Yes.”

Her heart skipped. “You… what?”

“I’m serious. Sit down.” He gestured toward two leather chairs.

She hesitated. Every instinct screamed at her to leave. But curiosity—and something far more dangerous—pulled her forward. She walked over and sat, crossing her arms.

He stayed standing, hands in pockets. “Listen carefully. I made a mistake.”

Amara narrowed her eyes. “A mistake?

You said you didn’t know me. That wasn’t a mistake. That was… cruel.”

“I was protecting you,” he said flatly.

She blinked. “Protecting me? From what?”

“You,” he said simply. “From yourself. From the wrong people, from dangerous situations. You have no idea what I deal with, Amara.”

Her laughter was sharp, bitter. “And I suppose you think you know me? You know nothing about me!”

He took a step closer. Slow. Measured. “I know enough. And I can’t let this go.”

Her hands trembled slightly. “What… exactly… Do you need it from me?”

“I can’t say everything here,” he said quietly. “It’s dangerous. And if you say yes… your life will never be the same.”

Her chest tightened. “Alexander…”

“I know. But I’m asking. Will you help me?”

She studied him. Really looked at him.

And despite the humiliation, the cold words, the nights she’d spent thinking about him… something inside her responded

She nodded slowly. “I’ll help you.”

A small, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips. “Good,” he said softly. “Because we don’t have time.”

Amara felt her pulse quicken. “Time for what?”

“You’ll see.”

The next hour passed in tense silence.

He finally pulled out a small folder from his jacket. Placing it on the table, he slid it toward her. “Everything you need to know is here. Read it. Memorize it. And never show it to anyone.”

Amara picked it up, flipping through pages filled with names, numbers, and notes she didn’t understand. Her stomach twisted.

“This… this is insane,” she whispered. “I don’t even know where to start.”

“You start by trusting me,” he said, his eyes piercing. “Do that, and you might survive this.”

Her heart thumped. “Survive… what exactly?”

He leaned back, studying her like she was fragile and dangerous at the same time.

“The people who are after me. The enemies I can’t see. The ones who will use you if you’re not careful.”

Amara swallowed hard. “Enemies? I… I don’t even know who I am anymore in this world. I’m just… me.”

“Exactly,” he said softly. “And that’s why I need you. You’re unpredictable. They won’t see you coming.”

She blinked. “And if I say no?”

“You won’t,” he said calmly. “You can’t. Not if you care about the people around you—or yourself.”

Amara looked down at her hands. She wanted to deny him. To leave. To walk away and pretend this never happened.

But she couldn’t. Not now. Not after everything.

“I’ll do it,” she whispered.

His eyes softened ever so slightly. “Good. That’s all I ask… for now.”

Hours later, Amara left Kane Tower, the folder clutched tightly in her hands.

The city buzzed around her. People rushed past, absorbed in their own lives. But she felt… different.

The world felt bigger. More dangerous. More alive.

And Alexander Kane… he was at the center of it all.

She tried to ignore the pull she felt toward him, tried to tell herself it was fear, or curiosity, or stupidity.

But deep down, she knew.

She was already in too deep.

Already trapped.

And somehow, she didn’t want to go out.

The night fell, and Amara sat by her window, the folder open on her lap. Her hands shook slightly as she read over the notes again and again.

She didn’t sleep. She couldn’t. Not with the thought of him lingering in her mind.

Alexander Kane. Cold. Distant.

Dangerous.

And yet… irresistible.

She whispered his name softly into the dark. “Alexander…”

And for the first time in a long time, she realized something terrifying and thrilling:

Her life had changed.

Forever.