The Billionaire's Pregnant Girlfriend 2: Lovers: The Billionaire's Pregnant Girlfriend, #2

By Danielle Jamesen

There I was. Walking through the open door to the Jewel — the nicest, most expensive restaurant in a several town radius — followed close behind by my best friend of almost eight years and arguably who could be the love of my life. Needless to say, I felt a little in over my head and the swarm of butterflies in my stomach was inevitable.

As I made my way into the restaurant, I couldn’t help but let me jaw drop at the incredible layout of its interior. Mahogany wood furnishes drowned every inch of wall, pillar, ceiling, floor and table space. The tables lining the walls were separated by high backed booths and the ones that filled the rest of the restaurant left plenty of space in between one another to provide adequate privacy between the occupying parties. Every table was lined with a marvelous maroon colored table cloth, topped with several real burning candles. I marveled at how they possibly could have stayed lit all night. Giant jeweled chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a low golden light throughout the restaurant. Paired with a small band playing smooth jazz near a beautiful grand piano in the corner, the ambience was one made for rich CEO’s and the traveling movie star out on vacation at their coastal boat house. I felt very out of place for a poor college student. I wondered how Jack expected to pay for the coming meal, and then I remembered that his parents owned one of the most successful companies in Europe. Then I wondered why I hadn’t been taking advantage of that before.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Danielle Jamesen
• Release date: Aug 1, 2016
• ISBN: 9781533790965

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The Billionaire's Pregnant Girlfriend

2

Lovers

Danielle Jamesen

Copyright © 2016 by Danielle Jamesen. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used, reproduced, distributed or transmitted in any form without the prior written consent of the author.

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Characters, names, places, incidents and events are either the products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any similarity to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

Table of Contents

Chapter 1: The L Word

Chapter 2: Definitely Different

Chapter 3: The Next Morning

Chapter 4: Time Well Spent

Chapter 5: Broken Promises

Chapter 1: The L Word

There I was. Walking through the open door to the Jewel — the nicest, most expensive restaurant in a several town radius — followed close behind by my best friend of almost eight years and arguably who could be the love of my life. Needless to say, I felt a little in over my head and the swarm of butterflies in my stomach was inevitable.

As I made my way into the restaurant, I couldn’t help but let me jaw drop at the incredible layout of its interior. Mahogany wood furnishes drowned every inch of wall, pillar, ceiling, floor and table space. The tables lining the walls were separated by high backed booths and the ones that filled the rest of the restaurant left plenty of space in between one another to provide adequate privacy between the occupying parties. Every table was lined with a marvelous maroon colored table cloth, topped with several real burning candles. I marveled at how they possibly could have stayed lit all night. Giant jeweled chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a low golden light throughout the restaurant. Paired with a small band playing smooth jazz near a beautiful grand piano in the corner, the ambience was one made for rich CEO’s and the traveling movie star out on vacation at their coastal boat house. I felt very out of place for a poor college student. I wondered how Jack expected to pay for the coming meal, and then I remembered that his parents owned one of the most successful companies in Europe. Then I wondered why I hadn’t been taking advantage of that before.

I hadn’t realized I had come to a dead stop in the middle of the front of the restaurant, lost in my admiration, until Jack laid his hand on my lower back and pushed me slightly forward. I looked up at him in awe at our surroundings and he smiled warmly down at me, knowing he had made a good choice taking me here. I think he enjoyed impressing me.

Without saying anything, he reached for my hand and led me across the floor toward the back. Even for a weekday, the place was pretty crowded. People from near and far made their way to this restaurant, planning — and probably saving — for months in advance to get a table here. I wondered if it was the ambience or the food or both. I was already impressed, and I was excited to see how much further my awe could stretch. I spotted a small quiet table in the corner with a Reserved sign dangling off the side, and I began to make my way toward it. He tugged on my hand, and shook his head. He was laughing slightly.

No, he said. We’re not sitting out here.

Wh—

Instead of explaining, which apparently he didn’t really seem to do anymore, we kept walking toward the back. A small hallway trailed farther into the back of