After Divorce Billionaire Ex Found Me Pregnant (Leonica and Gabriel)

Not like he was planning to "Sure." He nodded and watched as she walked up to the front porch of her house, but instead of going inside, she began patting her body down and looking around like she had lost something. He didn't have to wait long before he heard a frustrated cry and he laughed, rolling down his window and calling out to her.

"Forget something?"

She spun around, eyes narrowed at him. "Fuck off!"

"Language, Anastasia! And here I thought you were a sweet lady." He Isked.

She scowled, not having a clue on why she wasn't with her house keys. Until it clicked. It must have dropped from her purse when she staggered into the road. Meaning there was a fifty-fifty chance that it was still on the road.

"Shit," She muttered, running her hand through her hair as the realization that she was now locked out of her own home, finally dawned on her.

"What's wrong this time?" Lloyd questioned her expression yet again, watching as she chewed on her lower lip before reluctantly

answering

"I think I misplaced my house keys"

"Welcome to my humble apartment." Lloyd expressed as he turned the keys to his penthouse and they stepped in.

Anastasia had tried getting a hold of a locksmith, but the man, Larry as they all called him, told her he was too busy for today and if he was to get anything done, it would be early tomorrow morning. Then she tried calling Leonica, but apparently, her friend was too busy with her new lover and son and couldn't take the call. No offense taken. Then she had thought of calling her mother, but that was out of the question, considering the fact that she was more likely to scold her the entire night for misplacing her keys, rather than actually give her a place to stay. So it had been either this or finding a hotel, and the latter was a much better option for her until she weighted the safety options. She was rich and all, and her money could get her the best rooms in any hotel she pleased, but a simple door lock couldn't keep Derek away. So right now, if she wasn't hallucinating the entire thing of seeing him and being pushed, her best option was to be around someone, and if that person was Lloyd fucking Riley, then she'd swallow that bitter pill for her safety.

Stepping further into the penthouse, she took in her surrounding, a little surprised at how neat it was, but then she reminded herself that Lloyd wasn't the type to have a messy place. Seeing as the man had too many women coming in and out of his apartment, no doubt he had to keep a clean space.

"You can have the room down the hall, make yourself at home." He said and she nodded her head.

"Thanks."

With that, she turned her back and walked towards the direction of the room. As she reached it, she found that the door was slightly ajar and when she pushed the door open, the first thing she noticed was the huge bed, then the TV, then the walk in closet and lastly, the glass windows.

She had to admit, the room was beautiful. The walls were painted a creamy white, the bed had been made up with white sheets and pillows, the walk in closet was empty, giving it an elegant look, and the floor was wooden, with a single fluffy carpet placed right at the foot of the bed. Walking over to the bed, she sat down, letting out a content sigh at how soft it was. The adrenaline from earlier finally having left her, so she took off her shoes, placing them neatly at the side of the bed and got in, pulling the covers over her body as she did so. But even though she closed her eyes, sleep didn't come. Her mind kept on replaying the scene from the coffee shop. The way her heart had been beating hard, her body trembling and the fear of being hit by a car. All because of Derek

The thought had her frowning and she flipped over to her side, trying to push the thoughts of him and what had happened earlier. away.

But the more she tried not to think about it, the more the images kept on flashing before her eyes.

"Damnit." She cursed out and flipped over to her back, staring up at the ceiling. She sighed out and decided that maybe if she had a few more glasses of water and perhaps a cup of coffee, she could rest with clearer mind.

So with a grunt, she pulled herself up from the bed, putting her shoes back on and walking out of the room.

The penthouse was quiet, meaning Lloyd wasn't anywhere near, so she assumed that he had gone out and would probably return sometime late. So when he navigated her way into the kitchen to find him seated by the island she received another round of fright. "Fucking hell!" She cursed, glaring at him.

He raised his head up from the glass of whiskey he had been staring into, meeting her gaze. "You're cursing a lot today, aren't you? "Who's to blame?" She said while walking towards the fridge. She fetched herself a bottle of water, but even after drinking that, she didn't feel better. And then her eyes landed on the glass in Lloyd's hand. "Can I have some of that?" She asked, know it was the temporally solution to her problem

Without a word, Lloyd pulled a different glass from beside him and poured some whiskey into it before sliding it into the open space beside him. She took the hint and took the seat beside him, cradling the whiskey in her fingers before she took a sip from it. "Can I ask?" Lloyd began, taking a sip from his drink and turning to look at her. "Both today and the day back at the pastry, you've been...frightened. Can I ask why?"

Anastasia stared hard at her glass at his question. "It's because of my ex fiancé." She finally said.

Lloyd nodded his head and took a long sip from his drink, feeling somewhat baffled at the word 'ex fiancé.'

""What about him?" He asked.

Anastasia hesitated before answering. "I think he's stalking me."

Lloyd froze up. "What?"

"I think he's stalking me. Text messages, calls," She paused, recalling what she had seen in the café. "I think i even saw him back at

the cafe."

"Is that something to be alarmed over? Is he a dangerous person?"

She shrugged, playing with the rim of the glass with her index finger. "He was a dick, and he did stuff that no decent man should do." She said, taking a sip from the drink as well, hoping it would help loosen her tongue a bit. "Fuck, I shouldn't have answered that damn message." She mumbled, more to herself, but Lloyd had heard and the thought of someone stalking and bothering Anastasia didn't settle well with him. He didn't know why, but he had this urge to protect her. Even though that wasn't his job.

"Did you contact the police?" He asked, watching her as she shook her head, taking another long sip from her glass. "Why not?" Her hand tightening around her glass told him all he needed to know. "Does Leonica know of this?"

"Most of it." She admitted, feeling the effect of the alcohol on her brain and body, and somehow, it was relaxing. "I don't want her to worry too much about me."

"So why are you telling me?" He asked. When he looked back at her, she had this confused look on her face, like she didn't know why either. He had to chuckle. "I'll let you in on a secret," He started and leaned in, close, very close. "The moment you started crying, I felt bad. Like really bad."

Anastasia's eyes narrowed, trying to figure out whether he was joking or not. Was that actually meant to be a secret? His expression showed that he was being honest. When she shook her head and turned away, she heard him chuckle, the alcohol in her system making it sound far too charming to her ears.

"That shouldn't be a secret, but since you consider it one, it's clear that You're drunk." She stated, looking back at him and raising her glass in a toast. "And so am I. We'll pretend we didn't have this conversation tomorrow, alright?" She didn't wait for his answer and downed the rest of the alcohol

Lloyd watched her as she placed the empty glass back on the island, her hand still around it and a satisfied smile on her face. He could tell the alcohol had finally loosened her tongue and relaxed her nerves. That was a good thing, he told himself. It was the first time he had seen her relax, ever since he pulled her off the street and that was only because of the alcohol.

"What?" She questioned, noticing that he had been staring at her and he didn't bother to stop. Instead, he gave her a wide grin, the same one he wore when he had his eyes on his next prey. But Anastasia was unaware of this, and only rolled her eyes. "Whatever." With that, she turned her back, standing up from her seat and stumbling towards the sink.

As she rinsed her glass, she felt him step up behind her, and even though she was sure that his intention was not to touch her, she felt her body freeze and her heart race. She couldn't help but turn, finding him just inches away from her. "Personal space." She hissed, wanting to move away but he had her trapped.

He leaned closer. "This is my home; I should be free to stand wherever I please." He whispered, his breath fanning across her face and causing her to shiver.

She knew what he was doing. She wasn't dumb. He had done the same thing with other ladies. But she wouldn't be one of those ladies who fell for his charm. So instead, she placed her palm on his chest and pushed him away. "Wait." Lloyd's hand went around her wrist and he tugged her forward. He leaned in, pressing his head against hers. His eyes dropped to her lips and his voice to whisper. "I won't do this if you don't want it."

He waited for her response and when he didn't get one, he pressed on. "Anastasia, I-"

"If you're just going to keep running that mouth of yours, then why don't you use it in a more productive manner?" Anastasia Interrupted him, fully aware that it was the alcohol making her say things.

But the look in Lloyd's eyes and the way his lips curled at the corners upon hearing her words, made her believe she wasn't going to regret her words one bit when she's more sober.

SPECIAL CHAPTER: #3

Lloyd woke up the next morning to an empty bed side. He groaned and turned to the side, not entirely surprised to find that. But he was surprised to learn that the fact that Anastasia wasn't beside him when he woke up, troubled him.

An unusual feeling for him seeing as he was always the first to get out of bed after sex and even went as far as chasing his partners out of bed

He sat up, running his fingers through his hair as he recalled the previous night's events. They were blurry, but he knew they had both gotten drunk and things got a little out of hand, so much for them to end up in bed. But that wasn't bad, because they had both given consent for it and clearly enjoyed it.