All Chapters of THE CEOS’ SECRET BABY: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

60 Chapters

MY STRANGER

AVA POV I stored frozen in my steps, I couldn’t move. And not because I didn’t want to but somehow, my body seemed to have forgotten how. My eyes stayed glued across the hospital parking lot, glued on Serge as I watched him get out and stand beside his black RollsRoyce. His silver eyes remained locked unwaveringly onto mine. For some reason, everything seemed to slow down in my eyes, like I was caught up in some kind of truce as the morning traffic noise, all the cars that were driving past and all over the lot seemed to slowly faze out between us. The corking noise of the automatic hospital doors behind me as they slid open and shut every few seconds quietly started falling out in my ears too. I felt my fingers tighten around the strap of my handbag so hard that am was sure my knuckles were turning white at this point. Wh..What was he doing here? Why was he even here? To torment me? Make sure everything moved according to how he wanted and expected it. To m

A GLIMPSE OF US 2.

AVA POV His lips pressed onto mine, so tenderly, so softly that somehow, I couldn’t bring myself to pull away. Yes, i had kissed Serge before, more times than I could count. Enough times that I should have been used to the feeling of his lips against mine. Enough times that I should have known what to expect. But this right, in some way just felt different. It felt so right in all the wrong ways because there was something about the way he was kissing me now that made my chest ache. He wasn’t rushing himself, rushing us, it wasn’t desperate or full of coldness. It wasn’t making me feel like I was simply fulfilling another condition of the contract. For once, for the first time, he was present, he was here. Fully. I could feel it in every small movement of his lips as they begged mine for entrance, in the way his fingers rested against my face so carefully as if he thought that if held me any harder I could break. I felt the way his body seemed to have

THOSE TWO WORDS.

AVA POV The room was too quiet. Or perhaps, I was just simply too overwhelmed to hear anything properly right now. I lay flat on my back, staring at the ceiling above me while the doctor moved the ultrasound machine across my lower part of my stomach, on top of the cold gel spread across my skin. The screen beside me flickered with shades of black and gray as the doctor talked. She kept on going on about some thing to do with my baby’s current size, comparing it to lemons or something. I could hear her voice as she mentioned about measurements then about the pregnancy. Something important but the words only seemed to fade in and out. My mind couldn’t hold onto any of them. Because all I could think about was Serge. “Our first antenatal visit.” I swallowed thick saliva as the words he said to the receptionist earlier found their way back into my ears. How? How and when did we gone from him telling me to remove the baby yesterday, to this? To him asking m

TWO WORDS -2

AVA POV “No.” The word escaped before I could stop it. Before I could think. Before I could even process what had just come out of Serge’s mouth. And for a moment, silence settled between us as I watched his face harden. But not with anger, with something else. Something that looked dangerously close to hurt. “What?” I stared at him. “Are you okay in the head?” His brows furrowed. “Ava—” “No, seriously.” I threw my hands up. “Have you completely lost your mind?” He took a step toward me but I immediately stepped back. “Don’t.” His jaw tightened. “Ava, let me explain.” “Explain what?” I laughed bitterly. “The part where you told me to get rid of the baby yesterday?” His expression darkened. “Or the part where you walked out of a restaurant and left me sitting there like an idiot?” “Ava.” “Or maybe the part where you suddenly show up today acting like some knight in shining armor before deciding marriage is a good idea?” His eyes narrowed

THIS TIME.

AVA POV “You can’t be serious.” My voice cracked the moment the words left my mouth. And I hated it. I hated how weak I sounded. How shaken and how scared all this made me feel. Yet none of that seemed to affect Serge as he simply stood there staring at me. Expressionless. As though he had just proposed a business merger instead of marriage. As though asking me to marry him was the most reasonable thing in the world. I shook my head. A bitter laugh escaped me. “No.” His jaw tightened. “Ava—” “No, listen to me.” For once, I didn’t let him interrupt. “I’m sorry, but that’s not going to happen.” His eyes darkened. “You don’t get to decide what happens next.” “I wasn’t deciding—” “Weren’t you?” The question came out sharper than I intended. My ches

ABIGAIL

ABBY POV I looked at the clock above the fireplace for what felt like the hundredth time. 2:57 a.m. It was just three minutes to three. And he still wasn’t home. A sigh escaped me as I pulled the blanket tighter around my shoulders. The television had long gone to muted mode even with Brooklyn None-nine still playing and my mint tea I’d made hours ago was now getting cold. Even the fire in the fireplace was slowly dying. Yet I couldn’t find it in me to go to bed so remained on the couch. Waiting. Lately, things between us had been difficult. Not terrible or bad enough for our son or anyone else to notice. Just, different. He had become distant. Again. Every time something happened at work, he retreated further into himself.

LATE NIGHT ERRANDS.

AVA POV A strange sound pulled me from sleep and I stared up at the dark ceiling in the room. At first, I thought I was dreaming. I shifted beneath my blanket and squeezed my eyes shut, hoping whatever had disturbed me would simply disappear. Instead, another noise echoed through the apartment. It was a muffled voice. Then another. My brows furrowed and slowly reopened my eyes. The room was dark. The digital clock on my bedside table glowed softly. 3:57 a.m. I groaned. Who on earth was making noise at four in the morning? Still half asleep, I reached for my phone and checked the time again. Nope. Definitely not a nightmare. Another sound drifted through the apartment. This one louder. They seemed like panicked voices and that had my stomach tightened in anticipation. Matthew? Pushing aside the blanket, I slipped my feet into my slippers and reached for the robe hanging beside the bed. The apartment was cool as I stepped into the hallway.

SOLOKOV ARTKINS.

LEO POV ( A FEW HOURS EARLIER) The whiskey in this bottle tasted like shit. Not that I cared. I lifted the glass anyway and swallowed the rest, enjoying the burn even though it did nothing to quiet my thoughts. Nothing. Not after what I had learned tonight. Not after the reading through those files over and over and over again. The name rang in my head over and over again, making me want to pull my hair out. Solokov Artkins.. I stared at the empty glass before pushing it away. The bartender asked if I wanted another. But I shook my head and instead stood. My legs felt heavier than usual as I made my way out of the bar, leaving blaring music behind me with each step I toke further. As soon as I stepped outside, cool night air slapped my face, making me groan a little. Normally it would have helped but not tonight. Tonight it didn’t because every thought led back to the same person. Matthew. Matthew. Matthew. The man I trusted more than a

A CLINICAL STRANGER.

AVA POV. “Matthew, are you sure you’re okay?” He has been shaking his legs nervously ever since we got to the clinic and honestly, it’s starting to annoy me a little bit. “You know, if hospitals make you feel nauseous, you can just wait in the car.” “Am fine Ava, okay?” His voice is much sharper this time and it takes me a minute to realize how rude he is getting. “Whatever. Suit yourself.” I say and stand up to leave. He has been acting antsy ever since Leo left the house last night and how we much I asked him what the problem was, all he said way am okay, yet clearly we wasn’t. But if he wanted to start being rude and take it out on me, then i sure as would be damned to be present for that. Spotting an empty chair, I ignore his frail voice calling me out as I head to sit somewhere far from him. He had insisted to having a check up done for the baby and however much I told him k already got it done, he couldn’t stop asking to take it again. So that explains w

OUR BLURY LINES

AVA POV. “Well that went great.” “Yeah, it did.” I smile back weakly at Matthew, making sure to let the lie feel impossibly real. No, it didn’t go at all well, nothing about the last forty five minutes went well because not only did he keep asking the doctor to guess my baby’s gender, he shouted at her too, accusing her of not doing her job well. And when I begged him to stop, he blamed it on his nerves. Sighing, I rub my temple for the umpeth time as we exist the hospital and into the parking lot. I hated how icky I was feeling all over today. And for some reason, Mathew seemed to just keep that feeling burning. Why the hell couldn’t he just act like a normal man for once. Like..Serge.. “You good?” He asked, coming to a stop before turning to look at me. That made me stop in my tracks. “I am. I just wanna get home and rest.” I said, keeping my eyes everywhere else but him. “Are you sure? I mean I know— “Matthew, can we just go home. Please.” All this

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