Cute Billionaire’s Virgin

By Rachel Foster

Now that Ellie is pregnant she has to decide what to do. But then her stalker ex shows up and she fears for her safety. Dylan might not be in her life but will do whatever it takes to protect her.

• Language: English
• Publisher: 3rd Publishing
• Release date: Mar 5, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215405123

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Cute Billionaire’s Virgin

Rachel Foster

Copyright © 2018 by Rachel Foster

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Cute Billionaire’s Virgin

Cute Billionaire’s Virgin

1

Elle

A

s I sat there, fidgeting, in the waiting room, I promised myself that this one was going to be different.

It had to be. Didn’t it? I had been working so hard to find a new job, working my ass off since the moment that I had found out about the thing that was going to change my life, and yet none of it seemed to have actually paid off. I had no idea how much more I was going to have to do to prove to people that I was worthy of working for them. But, I had to approach all of this with some sense of optimism, and I wasn’t going to be able to do that while I was panicking about being turned away yet again from another job that seemed perfect for me.

Elle?

A voice caught my attention, and I looked up to see a woman standing in the doorway to the office. She smiled at me and motioned for me to come inside, and I rose to my feet to do as I was told at once. I didn’t want to let anyone down right now, and I knew that I had to do everything I could to ensure that all of this went the way I needed it to.

It’s great to meet you, I told the woman, extending my hand to hers. She didn’t even notice it as she took a seat behind the desk, and I quickly retracted it before I looked like too much of an idiot.

You, too, she replied briskly, and she checked her watch. So, tell me a little more about your experience.

Well, I’ve done a lot of travel photography, I explained, feeling uncomfortable. The way she was talking, it seemed as though she already had one foot out of the door, and I assumed that they must have had other people due in who she was more excited about for this job than she was for me. Okay, that wasn’t going to put me off – I just had to keep my head up and keep pushing on. Not let myself get thrown by the way she was talking to me right now.

Yes, I see you were traveling for a while, she replied, consulting my CV as though this was the first time that she had seen it. Shit, was I even meant to be in for a meeting today? I was pretty certain that they had told me this time at this location, but the way she was talking to me, it was as though she would have rather that I just dropped it and left without wasting any more of her time.

And you worked for Dylan Barker? she asked. Instantly she seemed to perk up a little, as though this was what she had been hoping to see from me. I instantly felt my body tense. I didn’t want to think about him. I didn’t even want to hear his name. I had dealt with enough from that fucker as it was, and there was no way that I was going to capitalize on his name to get myself through the door at this new job. I nodded.

Yeah, I did.

And what projects were you doing with him? she asked, leaning forward with interest. Dylan, much as I hated to admit it, was still one of the bigger names in this city, and anyone who heard that I had worked with him, always wanted to know what the hell I had been doing, how much I was willing to spill about it. No matter how many times I tried to brush them off, they always seemed to come back with some other approach to try and get me to talk about it. But shit, I was totally and utterly done with that. I didn’t want to think about him, and I wasn’t about to dredge up my memories of him just to sate this woman. Either I got this job on my own merits, or I didn’t get it at all. Simple as that.

I’m not at liberty to divulge that, I replied, and I watched as her face dropped, the interest she had had in me sliding away all at once.

Oh, okay, she replied bluntly, and she leafed through some more of my CV. So, talk me through some of your shots.

I went over the pieces that I had included in my application, but I could tell that she had already lost interest in me. I glanced down at my stomach, making sure that there was no trace of my baby bump showing through the billowy shirt that I had on. I knew that it would only make it harder for me to find work if this woman knew that I was expecting, and I didn’t need anything getting in the way of this any more than it already was.

By the time that the interview was done, I was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to go home and get the hell out of there. I needed to go curl up in bed and hope that she saw fit to hire me, even though I could tell that she didn’t want anything to do with me right now. She shook my hand on the way out, and I knew, with a sinking feeling, that it was the last that I was going to see of her.

We’ll be in touch, she told me, but I was certain that she was lying to try and save my feelings. I trudged out on to the street once more and headed to the nearest coffee shop for the one coffee that I was allowed a day now that I was pregnant.

Pregnant. It still felt as though there must have been some mistake when I said that word in my head. Because there was no way that I could actually, literally, be pregnant. I’d only had sex with one man in my whole life before, and that man, as it turned out, had been trying to break my heart to get back at me for what my father had done to his father – and yes, I had been stupid enough to let him do that. To fall for him, hopelessly and helplessly, and to let myself plunge head-first into the messy need that consumed me from the moment he became a part of my life.

And now, he was still part of it. Much as I wished that he wasn’t. I had been trying to get him out of my head for months now, literally months, but that was next to impossible when I was actually carrying his damn child inside of me. Every appointment I went to, every day of morning sickness that passed, it was another reminder that I had been stupid enough to fall for a man who had left me in the dust when he had decided that he was done with me.

Or when I had found out his plan and decided that I was all done with him. I still couldn’t believe that I had been stupid enough to think that a man like him could ever really have cared about someone like me – I was smarter than that, or at least, I thought I was. I knew that hindsight was everything, but looking back, it all seemed so plainly clear to me that the truth had been staring me in the face all along.

My father had been the one to help break the news to me – and when I had told him about the pregnancy in return, I was almost certain that it would put him in the hospital. He hated Dylan enough as it was, but it seemed as though the thought of him having put a baby inside of me was enough to take that loathing to a whole new level. Sometimes, it was as though, when he looked at me, he saw a part of Dylan in me, and he hated it too much to handle. That was one of the hardest things, knowing that my own father could only look at me and see the remnants of the man who had hurt me so badly before.

But there was nothing that I could do to change that. I didn’t want to fight the pain inside of me any longer. I had to let it wash through me, let it consume me, so that when the time came, and this baby was part of my life for good, I had already worked through it. It wasn’t this little kid’s fault that its momma had been stupid enough to get knocked up by an asshole who still didn’t even know that she was pregnant – and I was never going to make it their fault, either. I was going to take care of them and love them with every inch of my heart, and I was going to make sure that I never let my bad choices get in the way of that.

I ordered my coffee and stood there waiting for a table. I wondered if it might have been easier for me to be a little more visibly pregnant, because then, at least, people would have been more likely to give up their seats to me and I wouldn’t have had to stand around waiting to sit. My feet were killing me, and, when a seat did become free, I sank down into it and let out a sigh of relief. Jesus – this pregnancy thing was a pain in the ass. Well, that’s one thing this baby had in common with their father, I supposed.

I hadn’t told Dylan about the pregnancy, nor did I intend to. He had lost all rights to be a part of my life as soon as he had fucked me over as brutally as he had, and there was no part of me that intended to give him an inch of space to come crawling back into my life once more. If he wanted to care for me, then I’d given him every chance to do that before I had found out the truth. He had kept up with his sick little ruse, and now, he was going to pay the price for it. Not that I imagined losing me was much of a price for him. If anything, he was surely glad that he didn’t have to try and flatter my ego any longer. And I was sure as hell glad that he didn’t have to pretend as well.

Shit, who was I kidding? I missed being with him. The version of him that I had thought existed, at least. The version of him that had made me feel loved and wanted and cared-for, the version of him that I had lost my virginity to because I had thought that there was something real and long-lasting beginning to form there.

Well. I was never going to make that mistake again. I was never going to do anything that would put me at risk the way I had been when we had gotten together. I knew better than to put my heart on the line – and besides, in between trying to find a new job and trying to get through this pregnancy without losing what remained of my mind, I hardly had much time to think about dating.

It started to rain outside, and I sighed, heavily – as I glanced toward the window, I noticed a man in a dark suit looking at me. I eyed him for a moment then looked away. I wasn’t sure if he was checking me out or if he was just trying to work out whether or not I had a baby bump or not. I didn’t care. I wasn’t much in the mood for letting some guy look at me, for trying to flirt back with him or anything like that.

I rose to my feet once I had finished my coffee. It was still raining outside, and I didn’t have anything in the way of an umbrella or anything, but I didn’t care. I just wanted to get home, put my feet up, and get some sleep. Send some good vibes out into the universe so that I could try and get this damn job.

As soon as I stepped outside, I became aware of someone following me. Glancing over my shoulder, I saw the man who had been eyeing me in the café approaching me. I took a step back from him, worried that he was going to try and come on to me or something, but instead, he produced a dark umbrella and handed it to me.

Take this, he ordered me. I shook my head.

It’s fine, really-

Please, he replied. It didn’t sound like an offer as much as a command, and I got the feeling that my day would have been made significantly easier if I had just gone along with it. I took it from him, nodded my thanks.

I appreciate it, I told him, and I meant it. Not getting soaked on the way home was a small pleasure, but one that I would take right now. He nodded and backed away from me at once. I watched as he hurried away and wondered what I had done to earn such an act of kindness from a stranger like that.

But hell – maybe it was best not to spend too long questioning it. The universe had given me something good, and, after everything that I had been through, I felt as though it was the least it could do. Opening the umbrella, I held it above me as I made my way down the street. At least, for the time being, I wasn’t going to have to worry about the universe pissing on me any longer. Because it seemed to have taken great pleasure in that lately – and frankly, I was very much fucking done with it.

2

Dylan

A

s I sat there in the car, watching the guy with the umbrella catch up to her and touch her shoulder to talk to her a little more, I gritted my teeth. I didn’t like this. Not one little bit. But I doubted that there was anything at all that I could do to stop it happening right now.

You need to drop this, Dylan, Mark told me sharply from his side of the car. I didn’t even look over at him – I knew what his arguments were going to be. The same arguments that he had made a million times over already. That I shouldn’t be doing this, that, if I got caught in the act, I was going to be hung out to dry by people who thought that I was being an abject creep right now. Maybe he had a point, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t about to let the first woman that I had really cared about in years get away from me, just because she had refused to hear me out when I had come to her with the truth of how I really felt.

As soon as I’d heard that she had an interview this side of town, I had headed over from the office to keep an eye on her. Mark, who had insisted on coming with me to make sure that I didn’t do anything too stupid, had called it stalking, but he didn’t know what he was talking about. I wanted to make sure that she was still doing okay, and I couldn’t do that any other way as long as she kept locking me out of her life.

Who’s that guy? I muttered, mostly to myself, as I watched him take the umbrella from Elle and start off down the street with her. She seemed grateful for the company. I would have been all too happy to give it to her, but I knew that she would have sprinted down the street to get away from me if she had caught sight of me again.

It wasn’t fair. When she had confronted me about everything that had happened, I had been on the brink of telling her that I loved her. On the brink of admitting to her that I had never felt this way about anyone before in my life – that women had come and gone for a long time, but that she made me feel different. That she made me feel as though I was grounded in a way that nobody else did. That I wanted to be with her, for real this time, and that I was willing to come clean about everything that had happened if it meant that we didn’t have anything to hide from one another any longer.

But she had found out the truth first, and, not unreasonably, she had dumped me on the spot. Ever since, I had found my mind coming back to her, even though it had been over three months since the last time we’d been together. Normally, I wouldn’t have taken much longer than three days to get over a girl, but she – she demanded something else from me, space in my brain that nobody else had before, and it was starting to drive me downright insane.

Normally, I would have just found some other woman to take my mind off of her. Hell, that’s what I’d been trying to do since she had left. I hadn’t actually ended up in bed with any of them, because I found myself stuck on her every time I got them on their own. I wanted her body, her touch, the way she looked at me – the way that she made me feel, as though I was the only thing that mattered in the world and she wanted me to know about it. I wasn’t sure that I would ever be able to find someone who made me feel so wanted, and the thought of that was enough to start to drive me more than a little insane.

We need to go, Mark told me firmly. I shook my head.

I just want to see where she’s off to with this guy-

You’re acting crazy, he told me bluntly. And you need to do something to get your mind off of this.

I don’t want to, I snapped back, more childish than I had to be. He rolled his eyes.

I’m not giving you a choice, buddy, he warned me. Come on. Put the damn binoculars away and get on with your life. She clearly is.

I don’t like the look of the guy that she’s with, I muttered. I want to keep an eye on her.

She can handle herself, he replied. We’re getting out of here, okay? You need to do something other than stalking your ex.

I sighed. I knew that he had a point, but that didn’t mean that I was much interested in abiding by it. I hated the way that it made me feel, to see her with another man like that. Who the hell was he? Had they met before? Why couldn’t I have been the one there to give her an umbrella? I knew the answer to that question, and it was because I had firmly and totally fucked things up between us. Anything that I had been trying to do when I had gotten close to her, it had all fallen away now, as I tried to figure out what I could do to get her back. I missed her. I missed her like fucking crazy, and all I could do to make it better was to watch her talk to other men and hope that she didn’t look at them the way she had looked at me.

Like what? I asked Mark, as I pulled away from the curb and back on to the road. I had no idea where I was intending to go, except far away from here.

Like go to a club, he suggested. I snorted with amusement at the thought. I couldn’t imagine much worse right now than going out and being surrounded by people who were keenly trying to get laid, when all I wanted to do was go home and drink myself into a stupor and not lay a finger on anyone.

Come on, you’re not going to get over her as long as you let yourself dwell on it, he reminded me. You need to do something different. Nothing’s going to change as long as you keep doing everything the same, is it?

You don’t need to say it like that, I protested, and he grinned at me.

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