All Chapters of Pregnant for my Infertile Billionaire : Chapter 11 - Chapter 15

Alex POV“Mr. Alex, the meeting starts in five minutes.” Mark came into my office to inform me.“Are the files ready?”“Whenever you need them Sir.”“Good. I will join you in the boardroom soon.”My phone rang, and it was my father again.After the party last night, he almost blew up my phone. He needs to learn that my life is not a business strategy or one of his contracts that he can manipulate at will.I glanced at my watch and it was already time for the meeting. I tucked my shirt in and stepped out of my office. “Go.. good morning Sir” Mr Edmond, one of my employees lowered his head as he greeted.“You look pale Mr Edmond, did you perhaps see a ghost?”“I didn't sir,” he said under his breath.“Hm. Have you corrected your reports?”“Yes sir”“One more mistake and you are off the project.”“Understood sir”He rushed into the conference room, as if his life depended on it, well, it actually did.I stepped into the room after him and a heavy silence followed. Conversation died, lau

Alex’s POVMorning light spilled through the blinds of my office, but I hadn’t slept enough to appreciate it. I’d spent half the night staring at the ceiling, turning that child’s name over in my head until it stopped sounding like a word and started sounding like an accusation.Nicole Bennett.I rubbed a hand over my jaw, the stubble rough against my palm, I reached for the coffee Mark had left on my desk an hour ago. It's cold now but I drank it anyway.A knock sounded, and Mark stepped in before I answered, which told me whatever he had, he was in a hurry to hand it off.“You look like you didn’t go home,” I said, not looking up.“I didn’t, sir. I mean Mr. Alex.” He caught himself and set a folder on my desk like it might bite him.“Tell me you found something.”“Some of it.” He hesitated, and hesitation from Mark was never a good sign. “There’s no birth certificate on file listing a father. Just Maria Bennett, single mother, and the child, Nicole Bennett, born five years ago this

Maria's POVMy legs carried me forward before my brain could agree.The carpet swallowed the sound of my heels, so thick and plush it felt like walking on moss, and somewhere behind me the glass door clicked shut with a soft, final sound, sealing me inside a room that smelled of leather and cedar and something colder underneath, something I couldn't name.He hadn't turned around yet."Sir?" My voice came out smaller than I wanted."Alex," he corrected, still facing the window. "If we're going to be working together, you may as well use my name.""Alex," I repeated, and the word felt strange in my mouth, too familiar for a man who'd once looked straight through me like I was furniture.He turned then, and I made myself hold his gaze the way I hadn't managed the first time, back when I'd stumbled into his suite with a cart full of towels and a heart trying to climb out of my chest. His eyes moved over me slowly, not the way men usually looked at me, not with hunger or dismissal, but wi