I instinctively reach for my bump.
His eyes drop, tracking the movement, then flare.
And my world detonates.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
COLE
‘Irish.’ The name drips from my tongue like molten lava.
The woman I’ve spent the past few weeks scouring the city for is standing in my office. The woman I’ve been pining for since she snuck out of my suite all those months ago.
And her name is apparently Zara Beckett.
Her bastard brothers have been trying to ruin me for over a year. First Dublin, then the Cannes deal. Fuck.
I drink her in silently. Her lustrous, glossy hair. Dark, soulful eyes. Plump pouty lips that have mapped out every inch of my body.
Now that I know who she is, I don’t want to like her.
I don’twantto want her.
But our eyes collide, and that familiar intense, unique chemistry crackles between us.
Instinctively, I take a step closer.
She takes one back, her hand palming her stomach protectively.
It takes me a minute to register, but fuck—she has a bump.
A baby bump.
My jaw swings open. I feel my eyes narrow as my pulse thunders through my temples like a war drum.
‘You’re pregnant?’
‘Ten out of ten for your observational skills.’ Her teeth gnaw at her lower lip. Her voice is cool, calm and collected, but I don’t miss the slight trembling of the hand still resting on her stomach.
Is that my baby she’s carrying?
The memory of my cum dripping between her legs is burned into my brain forever.
Or is it someone else’s baby in her stomach?
I’m nowhere near ready to be a father, but fuck—the thought of her carrying another man’s child churns my stomach—sets me fucking feral.
Her assistant’s eyes are darting between us like he’s watching a tennis match. ‘Leave us.’ I snap at him. He doesn’t even flinch, glancing at her for instruction.
‘It’s okay, Nico.’ She tears her eyes from mine and nods.
‘I’ll be right outside the door with Tate and Felstead.’
Tate. The bionic bodyguard. Of course. Now, it all makes sense.
Nico reaches out to touch her arm in a gesture that’s way too familiar for my liking. ‘Out,’ I snap again. I don’t have the patience for him.
He fires me the filthiest look, then struts out of my office like he owns the place. Asshole.
