Falling For Her Billionaire Baby Daddy

Once outside the building, Rachel inhaled deeply, trying to calm her buzzing nerves. She'd almost felt suffocated inside that building even though she hadn't been able to accomplish her mission.

She didn't know why she felt so uneasy, but every part of her being was just screaming at her to get out of there and go back home.

Maybe this had been a terrible idea, after all, maybe she should just take her L and quietly move on with her life. It was better that way than involving Derek.

"Rachel?"

She turned to face the familiar voice and found herself looking into Derek's mesmerizing blue eyes. Her heart skipped a beat, and although she hated to admit it to herself, she was pleased that he remembered her.

He seemed to have just come out of a white Bentley that was cruising slowly toward the underground garage beneath the office building.

Derek was dressed in a navy suit with a crisp white shirt and cobalt blue tie. His black patent leather shoes glistened in the mid-morning sun.

"Hi," she said in a small voice that showed just how nervous she was.

"What are you doing here?" Derek asked, amazed.

"I needed to see you. I have something to tell you, it's kinda important."

"I thought as much because I would expect that you'd show up at my place instead."

"Your place is like a fortress. There's no way your security guys would let me through the gate without approval from you."

"You're right," he said with a friendly smile. "Shall we go to my office then?"

Her eyes darted around nervously as if she was looking for an escape route. Now that she had his attention, she was no longer sure if she had the balls to go through with this meeting.

Should she just drop the bombshell and run away, or should she tell him it's nothing and leave?

"Are you all right?" he asked, noting her nervousness. "Is something wrong?"

She swallowed nervously and shook her head. Why was she acting so weird? All she had to do was break the news to him and leave, right?

"Sure, let's go to your office," she said finally. "I'm fine, by the way. Just a little out of sorts."

He led her back into the building with his hand resting lightly on the small of her back. When Cheryl saw them, she was surprised because she'd thought that Derek had been in his office this whole time. "Welcome back, sir. I didn't realize that you'd stepped out of the building," she said.

"Thanks, Cheryl. Yes, I was out briefly for a quick meeting."

He quickly ushered Rachel into the elevator as if he were avoiding further questions from the receptionist. He didn't like small talk, especially with his staff.

In the elevator, he took a closer look at Rachel and he squinted.

"You look... different. Have you been ill?" he asked.

"Uh, yeah. Off and on," she said non-committally.

She didn't want to have this conversation with him in an elevator. The ride to the top seemed to go on and on, and she started to feel nauseous.

"Aren't we there yet?" she asked in a strangled voice, as she fought internally to keep her meager breakfast down in her stomach where it belonged.

"We're going to the 16th floor," Derek informed her. "That's where my office is located. Are you sure you are ok?"

She nodded, unable to speak because she was afraid that she might throw up. Her skin had gone pale and her eyes were tearing up from the effort it took to keep her mouth shut. Although she wouldn't say what was wrong with her, Derek could tell that she was not herself and it bothered him. Why would she come to see him at work if she was not well? What did she have to tell him that was so urgent that she couldn't wait until she was feeling better before showing up here?

The questions buzzed around inside his head like a swarm of angry bees, but he didn't say anything. There was a puzzle to unravel here but he couldn't quite figure it out yet.

When they finally reached the 16th floor and the elevator doors opened, Rachel quickly staggered out of it and gulped in air through her mouth while holding onto a pillar in the hallway for some balance. "Rachel, you're as white as paper," said Derek, his voice filled with concern for her. "Should I call a doctor or an ambulance?" "No," she said weakly. "I need to sit down."

He put an arm around her and gently led her toward his office. "Please, get me some water for her to drink," he said to his secretary as he passed by her desk.

"Uh, sure," said the secretary who couldn't understand what was going on with her boss and the sickly lady.

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He led her to the Chester couch in his office and helped her to settle down. The secretary came in just then with a tray containing a jug of water and a tumbler. She poured the water into the glass and offered it to Rachel. "Thank you," said Rachel, accepting the tumbler of water and taking a few sips. "I feel better, thanks," she said with a shaky smile.

"Thank you, Diane," said Derek to the secretary in a tone that implied that she was being dismissed.

"You're welcome, Mr. Fraser," replied Diane with a tight smile before leaving the office.

Once they were alone, Derek zeroed his attention back on Rachel who was now leaning her head on the couch and taking deep breaths.

"All right, Rachel. Tell me the truth. What's going on? Why did you suddenly show up out of the blue looking for me?

"Judging by the way things ended between us two months ago, I wouldn't have expected to set eyes on you again. So, what brings you here?"

She exhaled slowly. "You might want to sit down for this," she said ominously.

Derek raised his eyebrows questioningly. "Is it that serious?"

"Yes," she said simply.

"Ok, if you insist."

He walked over to the front of his desk to grab one of the chairs stationed there and he dragged it gently across the carpeted floor to the front of the couch where Rachel was sitting, and then he sat down on it. "All right, I'm all ears, Rachel. What is the matter?"

Even after all of her multiple rehearsals in preparation for this very moment, Rachel realized that she still wasn't ready to the words out loud to this man who had been so disrespectful to her at their last encounter. She couldn't get what his reaction would be and that was what scared her the most.

"I'm pregnant," she blurted out without a preamble. "I found out two weeks ago. I'm eight weeks gone."

Derek said nothing. He continued to stare at her as if she had not spoken at all.

"Did you hear what I said?" she asked when he said nothing.

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"I did," he finally spoke. "I just don't understand what that news has to do with me."

Rachel couldn't believe her ears. "What do you mean? I'm eight weeks pregnant, Derek. We had unprotected sex two months ago. What don't you understand about that?"

His eyes had gone cold and his jaw was set so firmly, that he looked like a man carved out of granite.

"The fact that we had sex does not mean that I have anything to do with your pregnancy," he said icily. "Surely, I'm not the only man you've had a one-night stand with within the last couple of weeks, am I?" Rachel gasped. "How dare you? Do you think I make it a habit to sleep with random men I meet at a nightclub?"

"Don't you?"

The insult stung and Rachel felt like slapping him hard across the face. She wasn't a violent person by nature, but the way Derek was insulting her without justification was grating on her nerves. "You are a vile human being, Derek Fraser!"

"Says the woman who is trying to pin a fake pregnancy on me."

"Fake? What do you mean by that?"

"For all I know, this could just be a ploy by you to squeeze money out of me. Perhaps the money I offered you was too small and that was why you felt insulted, so now you are here for the real deal.

"If that's the case, just come clean and tell me how much you want. There's no need to cook up this story about you being pregnant, and there's no need for the dramatics either. I'm not one of your Facebook audience, or YouTube or whatever."

In all of her life, Rachel had never felt so humiliated like this before. Derek was literally wiping the floor with her and making her feel like a shameless groupie begging for his attention and money.

"I made a huge mistake coming here," she said.

"I agree," he replied coldly.

"And this will be the last time you will see me. Goodbye, Derek. And this time, I mean it."

"For your sake, I hope you are telling the truth because if you ever show up here again, I'll have you arrested for trespassing."

Rachel was too shocked to say anything. She simply stood up and walked out of his office with the last shred of dignity she had left.