Knocked Up By The Billionaire; Now My Ex Is Just A Guest

“You're about to turn 22, I say it's time for marriage. Don't you think?” My father led the light dinner conversation with. It was dinnertime, and as usual in Holts’ household, dinner was always tense and unbearable.“I'm not marrying Mason, father.”Mason was my ex and my first boyfriend. That was until he cheated on me with my closest friend from highschool. My father knows this, so I'm confused why the topic of marriage with him was still coming up. “I don't think this is for you to decide.” My father said.“Mason cheated on me, father. What's there not to decide?!” I demanded.“I agree Mason made a mistake, but it's not something you two cannot work out.” A mistake?! Mason literally slept with her two times! I can't believe my fucking ears.“Well, I'm not willing to work things out with him. Plus, I don't even love him.” I said folding my arms across my chest.“Your opinions don't matter Audrey, you must marry Mason.” “My opinion about how I live the rest of my life doesn't mat

The day was here. The day I was going to execute Ellie's plan. I woke up feeling slightly better and hopeful. And I already planned that if everything didn't go as I wanted it to, I would still leave with my baby. I guess my motherly instincts were already kicking in, because I already wanted to make sure that I gave my child the best life possible, father available or not. I drove to the middle of the city and parked right in front of Lennox Merchandise. It was a very big glass building that looked about 20 floors. I handed the valet my keys and did my power walk into the building like I owned the place. Big shades on, I really looked like I was here to strike a business deal. I walked up to the receptionist desk, inquired about the floor of Green Eyes’ office and immediately made my way to the elevator. The doors of his office were big brown oak doors, and there was a smaller office by the side. I think that was his secretary. “I need to see Mr. Lennox, it's an emergency.” I said

I stared at Asher and Mason in disbelief. Asher looked like he wanted to be anywhere else but here, and Mason looked like he was enjoying the situation. It felt like I was the butt of someone's joke, because the universe sure has a fucked up way of being funny. It seemed like all the decisions I made led me back to square zero, because Mason was somehow still entangled with my life. The air was filled with a thick tension before Mason finally spoke up.“You're married to my cousin, Audrey?” Mason asked in disbelief and what I perceived to be jealousy. “What did you just say to me? You cheated on me, Mason! We're broken up!”“So you married my cousin to get back at me?” He shook his head in disbelief.“When are you ever going to realize that my world doesn't revolve around you?” I asked exasperated. His selfish nature definitely increased and he still hasn't changed one bit. “I'm supposed to believe that your sudden marriage to my cousin doesn't have anything to do with you getting

Asher’s pov My ex and first love was back in town. I first met Madeline in the first formal event I ever attended. She was the first gorgeous woman I ever paid any attention to. It was also on that crisp evening that I bagged my first private jet sales. She was a supermodel, evident in her 6’3” height and a jawline that could cut diamonds. She was the typical mean girl, with cash to throw around and an attitude that was rotten. I didn't know what exactly drew me to her, but I needed the distraction. Plus, she was easy on the eyes. We hit it off immediately and started some type of ‘on and off’ relationship. Meaning, whenever she was in town, we would meet up and do all sort of things people in real relationships did. And then she would get a modelling gig and disappear for months after. It worked for me, I wasn't too keen on being committed to a woman and I wasn't ready to. I didn't ever let us be seen in public together–she always had paparazzi following her around–so we a

Third person POV.Asher stirred from sleep earlier than usual. The dawn light hadn’t yet broken through the thick curtains of his bedroom, but he was already sitting upright, his mind curiously at ease for once. Last night’s dream was one he wished he wouldn't wake up from, it lingered in his memory and he didn't want it to leave. Audrey in his arms, the softness of her breath against his shirt, the taste of her lips. The ache in his chest had shifted into something warm, dangerous, and real, and he was willing to explore it. He pulled on a grey cashmere sweater and a pair of black slacks, his movements unusually light for a man who carried the weight of an empire on his shoulders.Downstairs, he found Audrey sipping a glass of orange juice, her oversized sweater barely managing to hide the curve of her growing belly. She looked up, surprised to see him so early.“Morning,” he said, voice lower than usual. He let his eyes sweep over her subtly as he walked into the open-plan kitche