Chapter 10

❤️Sophie❤️

I blink, then blink again. Did someone add weed inside my breakfast? Why am I beginning to imagine things?

I lower my phone, look back at it then at him. I repeat the process four more times before clearly coming to the conclusion that I'm beginning to hallucinate.

Do pregnant women hallucinate too?

Across from the room, the billionaire is still watching me with one hand shoved inside the pocket of his suit. His expression is unreadable, cold.

Definitely a misunderstanding.

My phone must have vibrated at the same time he pressed his phone. Coincidence.

I open the chat again.

Shadow_23: You are at the right lounge.

The words don't change, they remain exactly as they are, okay maybe I'm not hallucinating. But this? This can't be happening.

“ I'm really losing my mind.”

One of the bodyguards coughs awkwardly, I ignore him.

I refresh the chat, still the same message. Still the billionaire.

No. I refuse. “There has to be a mistake.”

I point my phone at his face, “You can't be shadow_23.”

He doesn't answer, he just watches me.

I shake my head, “No. I specifically ordered a twenty-three-year-old.”

His deep voice is calm, completely serious, “ I'm thirty-three.”

I stare, then burst out laughing. Everyone is looking at me now, yet I don't care. Maybe I'm crazy now. Maybe I'm going insane.

He doesn't look amused.

Awkwardly I clear my throat, “Okay, where is he?”

Silence answers me.

“ I mean the guy. My fake husband.”

Still nothing, I glance around, maybe he’s hiding. Trying to play pranks with a pregnant woman.

I search under the table, nothing. Okay, this is becoming serious and foolish.

I sigh dramatically, “Sir, with all due respect, are you his father?”

One bodyguard chokes, another quickly looks away. The waitress bites her lip so hard I'm afraid she will draw blood.

The man’s expression doesn't change, I continue anyway, “Or maybe, his older brother? Cousin? Uncle? Family friend…..”

He finally speaks, “ I'm shadow_23.”

I laugh again, this man is completely insane. He needs to be checked.

“You can't be serious sir.”

“ I am.”

I stare at him for a long time, expecting him to burst out laughing, he doesn't.

Okay, are there people with cameras around? Did I walk into a movie location? Because if this is some kind of reality show, I would like to resign.

I slowly turn in a full circle, no cameras. No director shouting, “Cut!” no hidden microphones.

Just a room full of people who are looking at me like I escaped from the psychiatric hospital.

I point at myself, “Can somebody please tell me what’s going on?”

Nobody speaks, are rich people allergic to conversation? I look back at the billionaire. “No offense. But you look way too successful to answer an online advertisement.”

“Yes.”

I shake my head stubbornly, “Why do you agree to be my fake baby daddy for two million dollars?”

Silence falls. He studies me for a full five seconds before moving closer to me. That’s when I realize how tall he is. I force myself to take a step back.

“Are you always this argumentative?”

“ Sir?”

“ it’s adrian.”

“Okay, sir Adrian.”

His lips twitch a little. “ I'm shadow_23, and I’m willing to marry you.”

A laugh rips before I can stop it, “No.” I shake my head, “If I get married to someone like you, my father will probably faint.”

His brow raises imperceptibly, “Really?”

“Yes. I'm sorry,” I bow, “ I know this is some kind of misunderstanding, I will go downstairs and look for my baby daddy.”

I turn to leave, but his voice cuts through my ears like a weapon.

“You have two choices.”

I turn around too fast. “What are they?”

“You can walk out that door, and explain to your father why you failed. Or…” his eyes lock onto mine, “ you can sit down, and become my wife.”