All Chapters of Impregnated By The Billionaire: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

“Why didn’t you ever tell me anything about Linda?” Claire asked after she surfaced on the water while Lucas sat on the edge of the pool, both his feet up and dry.“What was the point? You never met her,” he said with a shrug as if that should have been a valid reason enough.Claire couldn’t help but agree. “Point,” she said before kicking her legs against the water and swimming backwards. “So, what happened?”For a long while, Lucas didn’t say anything. He simply stared at the reflection of the sun on the surface of the water. “We were neighbours when she and her family first moved to New York. Before we knew it, our families were inviting each other over for meals and other occasions. Her father was usually occupied with work so my mom took it upon herself to care for Linda and her brother. She would make breakfast for them. Lunch. And sometimes they would even stay over when their father went out of the city for work. Linda and I were in the same class, too, although we didn’t have

“Then, what are you saying?” pinning her hands above her wrist, he moved his lips from her neck to her ear. “Do tell, Claire. I can’t wait for the lies you still have up your sleeves.” He seethed.Claire felt her eyes shut and a few tears tracing down her face. “I left everything for you, Vince. And you still don’t believe me…”Pulling his head back, he took her lower lip between his teeth and tugged, his breath hot against her mouth. “I left everyone for you, too, Claire, and you still left me.”His words forced her to open her eyes and meet the intensity of his gaze as, for the first time, she noticed something soft in those dark eyes of his. Something she feared she might never see again.“You left me,” he said, and she shook her head. “You went back to him. You don’t get to enter and exit my life whenever you please, Claire. If you want us to work—if you really do—you need to respect my choices, too. You need to give me the place in your life that I deserve and not just a man who

His mouth on her had to be the most beautiful thing in the world, and when she started to kiss him back, suddenly woken from a deep sleep, he fucking quickly lost it. The tightness he felt in his pants was unbearable. It didn’t help that when he ripped that shirt off her, he was transfixed by the sight of her swollen breasts.Biting his lip, Vincent made himself another drink and drowned it, too.Then, he got up from the stool, spun and headed up the stairs.Claire was sitting on the bed with her legs folded underneath her when he entered the room. Vincent caught the way she hugged herself, nervous about what he was about to do. Vincent wondered if this was the reason, she had that stupid clause in the contract to never hold back. As if she knew that despite being super mad at her, he would want to screw her.He swallowed, blinked a few times and watched as she swiped her gaze up and caught him gazing at her. She wasn’t wrong though, right now, all he wanted was to fuck her senseless.

In a small picket house in Greenport, New York, the warm rays of the morning sun skidded through the only window and perched gently on the floor of the cluttered bedroom. The clothes were littered at every step, the sheets on the bed falling off the edges, as if the people sleeping on them did not care to be gentle before jumping each other’s bones.The young man with his arm slumped from one side of the bed was the first one to blink and groan out of the two. The woman, however, did not even move, softly snoring on her side.The birds chirped outside and the dogs barked while the man sat up and rubbed his eyes. Once aware of his surroundings and peeking through hardly open eyes, he brought his bare feet to the floor and hissed when the cool tiles bit him way too harshly than he anticipated.The man groaned again, stretching his arms out and heading out of the room and towards the kitchen. Just before he reached for the door of the refrigerator, hoping to find some milk and maybe brew

The sound of the car pulling up in the driveway dragged her back to reality. Claire could not understand the way her heart started pounding so loudly underneath her chest, and neither she could solve the mystery of the goosebumps lifting off her arms. What was even happening to her? Why was she suddenly so nervous?Before her inner voice could come up with a response, Claire found herself jolting to her feet the second Vincent appeared through the doors. His dark brown eyes clasped with her blue ones in an instant, and for a second, Claire wondered if he had been troubled with the exact thoughts as her own.An erratic shiver danced down her spine when Vincent slowed down for a brief moment and scanned his gaze down her body. She was wearing one of his shirts, something that she knew had gotten quite a weird look from the new maid, Ms Chen. Earlier, Claire couldn’t bring herself to care. She was bold enough to not worry about the opinions people held for her, but now, when she stood in