THE BILLIONAIRE'S CONCUBINE

Edmund Hamilton pulled into the garage in the hospital. He'd stepped outside for just over five hours to clear his head but had ended up accumulating even more thoughts than he planned.

The clock on the dashboard said 6:pm. In ten minutes, probably twenty minutes or more or less, he would be back in Dr. Turner's office where Chatlotte was probably still waiting to hear whether or not the child that Charlotte carried was his.

He'd never known such tension in his life. None of this felt real. Well, except for his nerves. The tight knot in his stomach, the sweat running down his back.

Mentally, he prepared himself for what the result was going to be. But emotionally, he was not ready. There was no telling how bad things would change once the truth was discovered and it wasn't in his favor. But this was bad news on so many levels.

If the baby was his, he would raise him as his own, but accepting the baby meant he would accept the mother too and he dreaded the very idea of that.

Edmund had