All Chapters of In Bed With My Billionaire Boss: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

EmmaIsn’t pregnancy supposed to be okay at the beginning?Like, you’re not supposed to be feeling super tired and sore and everything this early, right?So why am I all of those things and more?Why does it feel like so much effort to get through my shift?And since no one knows yet I can’t let on that anything is wrong. Not to mention I don’t want Chris to know because then he’ll try telling me yet again that I shouldn’t be working. With a sigh I grab my tray and make my rounds again, dropping off drinks and picking up the tips left behind as tables clear out. Or customers head to the dance floor.With Chris paying all of my bills now, or rather paying his own bills while I enjoy the benefits of it, I have extra money of my own to give to Mom and Leann as well. And that’s why this weekend we’re going to be hitting the furniture store. They need some upgrades. And they definitely deserve them.Though I’m not prepared for the conversation at our lunch to suddenly turn to me and Chris

“It’s not important,” I say quickly but he gives me a skeptical look.“It’s Emma, isn’t it? You moved her into your house? I mean, I know you’re constantly staring at the girl and I know you’ve had her up here several times, but … moving her in?”“It’s … complicated,” I reply, glancing toward the window. I hesitate and then stand up, closing and locking the door before I come back. “All right, I need to talk to someone about this. And you’re … well, you’re the best friend I’ve got so, here goes.”But I pause before I launch into the story. Ethan is just sitting there, staring at me with that same intense look he always gets when I’m going to lay out a plan. Like he’s actually interested and really listening. It’s one of the best things about him.“I’ve got a contract with Emma.”“A contract?” His brow furrows in confusion as he stares at me. “A contract for what?”“A … baby,” I say finally and now his eyes widen and his mouth drops open.“A baby? What the hell kind of contract do you

Now I really feel like I’m going to faint because my heart is pounding and I’m struggling not to feel lightheaded at the amazing feeling of him holding me in such a familiar way. Such a sweet gesture that really seems to sell the fact of my being his girlfriend.Which is exactly what he’s trying to do, I tell myself. Don’t read too much into it.“Ah, Chris, you made it. And you brought … you brought a friend.” The woman in front of me is gorgeous. Older, sure, but still stunning for her age and dressed impeccably. I suddenly feel very underdressed, but she doesn’t let on. Instead, she gives me a bright smile and steps forward to take my hand.“This is Emma. My girlfriend.” He says the words so casually. Like they’re the most natural thing in the world. Like they’re not sending my heart skittering like crazy and making it hard to think of even the basic requirements now. Like offering my hand, smiling politely, and saying ‘nice to meet you.’ “Emma, this is my mother.”“Martha, Dear. Yo

EmmaThe next morning when I wake up it takes a minute to figure out where I am, because I’m used to the sky-blue walls of the room I've been staying in for the last few weeks. I’m definitely not used to the deep green here.Or the heavy wood of the large bed.Or the man sprawled out naked beside me.But then everything from last night comes back to me and I glance down at myself and my obviously pregnant body, which is also sprawled out naked on the bed.Quickly I sit up and start looking around for my clothes but Chris grumbles in response and reaches for me, his arm snaking out to pull me close. I can’t help the slight smile that spreads across my face, even as I feel more than a little embarrassed at him seeing me like this.But I’m carrying his baby, right? So shouldn’t he be all right with me being pregnant? And besides, he didn’t seem to have a problem with my body last night. Why should this morning be any different?If the look in his eyes as he finally opens them is any indi

ChrisSitting here with her, in the low light, it’s hard to keep my mind on the important things. Or rather, my mind is only on the important things.Her.The baby.They’re all I can think about.Staring at her, remembering the way she looked just last night and this morning, the way she felt in my arms. Her stomach is just barely starting to show. Enough that if you were looking you’d know. But to an outsider, they’d have no idea.Yet I’m proud of the way she looks. So unbelievably proud of the fact that she’s carrying my baby and that I can tell, even just a little.As I look at her sitting across the room from me I’m struck by just how amazing she is. Everything about her that’s been driving me crazy for so long seems to converge on me all at once and I sit up straighter.“Go out with me.”“What?” She looks startled and I can’t really blame her. After all, it wasn’t really a question. And it was quite abrupt at that.“Would you go on a date with me?” I try again and she stares for