Revenge with the billionaire's secret babies.

Amanda didn’t remember who moved first, maybe it was him, maybe it was the tension that snapped between them like a whip.

All she knew was his mouth was on hers, hot and hungry, and her back hit the wall with a soft gasp that made him growl low in his throat.

“I am going to fuck you so hard Andy!” His breath fanned against her neck hot, ragged, and unsteady, like he was trying to hold back but failing miserably.

“Please… be gentle,” she whispered, her voice barely audible.He heard her but the fire in his eyes made it hard to tell if he’d obey.

With one smooth motion, he laid her back against the edge of the bed, his hands firm, decisive. Then he followed, climbing over her like a storm.

You tits are perfect, you are perfect. He said, taking her nipples to his mouth. And Amanda couldn't help but moan as her eyes rolled to the back in ecstasy. She wasn't supposed to be enjoying this. She was supposed to sit him down and tell him she was pregnant as soon as he got back from work.

But here she was getting fucked like a slut.

Amanda's hands covered her belly in an attempt to protect the child as Xander immediately spread her legs after removing her white lacy pants exposing her bare pussy.

“You filthy slut, you are wet for me already huh! You can't wait to take in my big fat cock”. Xander's voice was filled with desire and his eyes were blinded by ecstasy, he couldn't even read her expression.

But then again, how could he? She was his personal fuck hole binded by a contract. He looked into her green eyes that reminded him of someone as he drilled in and out of her.

“Fuck! You are so tight. I could spend the whole day buried in this fuck hole of yours”. His lips lifted with a smirk as he started to go a bit faster, his hands massaging her breasts without mercy.

“Fuck”! He heard her curse slightly under her breath and mistook it for pleasure. After an wholesome hour, His body trembled above hers, movements becoming frantic, breath ragged and wild.

Amanda held one eye shut, heart open thinking this meant something.

But then, at the peak, he whispered another name.

“Bianca” he said as he finished. This wasn't new. He whispered that name after every session of sex like a psychopath. As soon as he finished. He climbed off the bed without a word to her. Cold and detached. She remained there naked thinking about how she would tell him she broke the contract.

However the sound of documents in the table pulled her out from her thoughts.

“Sign it. The contract is over. I am done with you”. He said smoothly, no emotions whatsoever.

“What? You fuck me and just like that you say its over”. She didn't know when she became frantic. But this was brutal. A few hours ago, he said she was perfect. Now he is abandoning her.

“I am getting married, Andy. I don't need your service anymore!”. He didn't turn as he said the words. He was busy with the button of his shirt.

“Married? service?” She scoffed loudly. 

“I am not a prostitute and you know that”. She yelled, her voice thinning out in exhaustion. 

“What are you then?” Xander's brows furrowed, he was a little bit confused. He met Amanda at a club. Found her attractive and decided to propose a contract for sexual terms and she agreed.

“You can't get married. Her eyes darted in desperation. I…I am pregnant”. She blurted out eyes shut but she finally said it. 

“I know you said never to fall in love with you, Xander, and I know I’m not supposed to carry your child,” Amanda’s voice trembled. “But I didn’t plan any of this”.

“Maybe the universe is trying to tell us something… that we’re not just some contract”.

“Wow, Xander said with a dry chuckle. Did you skip the contract or you are just dumb?” His voice thundered, sending shivers to her spine.

"No! That contract saved me." Her voice cracked with desperation. "I did everything you asked. I got the IUD. I never questioned anything. But things happen. Nothing is a hundred percent.”

She remembered every memory regarding the contract, how he told her she was beautiful and that he wanted no familiarity, no family history, no questions, no strings attached. 

And since she fell in love at first sight of him, she agreed.

“Please, Xander, you can learn to love me and our child”. She clasped her hands together,for him to see her, for once, not as a contract but as a woman who loved him.

 "Are you out of your mind, Amanda? You can’t be fucking pregnant.” he grabbed his hair in frustration as his eyes blazed with flames.

“Please”. He heard her beg again.

“Don't you get it, Amanda? You think this is love? His voice dropped, dark and low. "You are just a convenience. A toy for my pleasure. You were never meant to carry the Westwood heir.”

“You think I’m stupid?” he snarled, but there was panic bleeding through the fury barely contained. I made you get an IUD, Amanda. I don’t make mistakes. I don’t do attachment, and I don’t do babies. So how the fuck did this happen?”

“I don’t know,” Amanda whispered. “I didn’t plan”......

“Don’t give me that,” Xander snapped as he interjected. “You planned all of it. The crying. The ‘maybe it’s fate’.The look in your eyes like you’re the victim, you want to tie me down.” 

But before Amanda could speak again, Xander’s hand shot out and gripped her wrist like a vice. Not soft, not with concern, but with rage in the form of touch.

“Xander, wait, what are you doing?” she gasped, trying to pull back.

But he was already dragging her out of the room into the dark hallway and toward the elevator.

“Let go of me!” she cried, heels stumbling on the sleek floor. “Where are you taking me? Xander, talk to me!”

He didn’t. His jaw was clenched, eyes fixed.

The elevator dinged open. Without a word, he shoved her into his sleek, black car. And with the speed of light zoomed off. He only stopped when he finally reached his destination.In front of a private hospital on the edge of the city. And just by the name “West Wood Haven Clinic”. You could tell the hospital was his.

“Why are we here?” she whispered, her voice thin with fear.

Xander's lips didn't open. He stopped at the reception desk, muttered something under his breath, and moments later, they were ushered into a white room that smelled like bleach and metal.

“You still haven't told me why you brought me here, Xander”. Amanda's voice echoed in the background, and just as she tried to yank her hands off him, she was interrupted by the doctor’s entrance.

“Please come lie down, madam”. He said, politely gesturing for her to come.

“If you don't tell me why I am here, Xander, I won't do what he tells me”. Amanda yelled on top of her tiny voice.

“I want to know if she’s truly pregnant,” Xander said to the doctor, answering her indirectly but flatly, arms crossed, voice sharp with disbelief.

Amanda whipped her head toward him. “You don’t believe me?” Her voice quivered in disbelief.

He didn’t flinch. Didn’t look at her. He only nodded to the doctor to go on.

The doctor nodded stiffly and motioned for her to lie down 

Reluctantly, Amanda obeyed, feeling more like a specimen than a woman. Well, she was going to do anything to prove she wasn't lying.

Cold gel hit her stomach. A wand pressed down. She stared at the ceiling, trying not to cry.

And after a few minutes, the doctor stepped back to deliver the message to Xander.“She’s pregnant,” he confirmed.

Amanda turned to Xander, searching his face, hoping for a flicker of emotion, relief, guilt, something. But his face remained insipid, he only bobbed his head, as if signalling for the doctor to proceed. What else is left? She thought to herself.

Then came the sound of metal instruments being unpacked behind her.

She immediately sat up abruptly. “What are you doing?” Her brows arched in confusion.

The doctor didn’t meet her gaze as he spoke. “We’re preparing for the procedure.” He simply said.

Amanda's breath caught hard.“What procedure?”

“Xander, what’s going on?” she asked, her voice barely louder than a whisper. Xander didn't care, and from his expression, he had already made up his mind.

The doctor finally met her eyes. His lips lifted slightly. “We are aborting the child. He said slowly”.

“An abortion?” Amanda's eyes widened and her lips trembled.