Billionaire's Baby Contract

Chapter TwoPhoebeI felt like a train had hit me. I guessed that wasn’t too far off the mark, and it wasn’t pleasant. My head throbbed, my ribs ached, and my back was one long strip of pain all down my spine. At least the emergency room doctor had given me the good stuff, so I was only in half as much agony as I would have been otherwise.I didn’t have a clear memory of much of what had happened. I blinked and looked at the nurse standing over me after they settled me in a hospital room. “How did I get here?” Someone in the ER had told me an accident, but the details were sketchy.“You were hit by a car. You stepped out in front of poor Mr. Santos and gave him a heart attack.” The young woman frowned down at me severely, as though I’d deliberately tried to frighten the man who’d hit me with his car.I assumed a car anyway. If he’d really hit me with a train, I probably wouldn’t have woken up at all. A flash of red came to mind, and I was sure I’d seen a galloping horse on the hood. M

PhoebeI shouldn’t have been so surprised that he lived in a veritable mansion after seeing his car—the same one that struck me—but I had to struggle not to gape like a moron. I’d seen things like this on TV, but never in real life. A lot of the furnishings were like what people I knew bought, but I bet the rug in the foyer wasn’t fifteen dollars from the used shop like mine was.“Let me show you to a room, Phoebe.”I grunted. I was still annoyed at the way he’d taken over, and how he and Dr. Kormin had maneuvered me into this situation. I didn’t want to submit to anyone’s highhandedness, but I was tired, and I could spare a few hours to sleep before having to get to Berkshire in the morning.I followed him up a grand circular staircase. I discreetly tapped my heel against one of the steps, deciding it was probably real white marble. I didn’t know for sure though. It wasn’t like my education had included such details. “Where are you planning to dump me now that you’ve dragged me home?

PhoebeThe accident was going to kill me. Not the injuries from the event, but the embarrassment I experienced after throwing myself at him. It had to be the concussion. There was no other explanation for my uncharacteristic actions. I was going to die from humiliation.That kept me from sleeping, so I was up and ready to leave very early the next morning. I was sore and stiff, so I moved slowly. I wasn’t trying to sneak away. I was just being quiet out of consideration—and a wish to avoid another interaction with Damon.“I should have expected you to sneak out.”His disapproving voice sounded behind me as I carefully eased open the doorknob on the front door. I let out a startled yelp and whirled to face him. “What’s the matter with you? Why are you sneaking up on me and giving me a heart attack?”He had his arms crossed over his chest—I couldn’t help noticing he was still bare from the waist up, forcing me to look away as my clit pulsed at the tempting sight—and he shook his head. “

DamonIt took every ounce of self-control not to return to that smug prick’s office and slug him in the face. I was doing my best to control that urge, but it was hard. I would have been outraged if he’d done that to anyone, but especially to my Phoebe.My…she wasn’t my anything. I had to give myself that harsh reminder, which made me clench my hands tighter around the wheel after we’d returned to the car. “Where would you like to eat?” My voice sounded stilted.She was already stiff and jerked upright at the question, seeming on-edge. I saw her from the corner of my eye and wanted to reach out to soothe her sore spots when she winced.“I’m not hungry.” Her stomach rumbled then.I turned slowly from the wheel to look at her, brow raised. “Really?”She flushed and looked away. “I’m sure you have things to do, and I need to get some rest before my shift tonight.”I frowned. “You can’t expect to be able to dance tonight?”She glared at me. “I’ll do what I must, Mr. Santos.”I realized he

PhoebeI stared at him in shock for a half a second before I nudged against him to let me out. “Move.”He frowned, not budging. “Calm down.”I shook my head, furious with him and whatever about me made him think I’d be okay with such a fucked-up request. “Get out of my way. Now!” My tone was a little shrill.Instead of moving, he grasped my hand under the table. “Just calm down and listen.”“I’d never do something so vile. What makes you think I’d ever have a child to hand over to a pedophile?”His eyes widened, and then his own cheeks flushed with anger. “That’s disgusting.” He glared down at me. “That wasn’t what I meant at all. I want a legacy. I have no family, and I don’t want a wife. I want to have a child in the near future, and you need help with your sister. We can both satisfy each other’s needs and have a good time doing it.”I was still glaring at him, but I calmed slightly. The surge of nausea burning up my throat subsided as I sat staring at him. “You just want to be a f