Babies For the Billionaire

Part Two

©Birdy Stewart, 2013

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- Rafe -

I sat in my office, running my hands through my hair and staring unseeingly at the work in front of me. I'd come in early so I wouldn't have to face Areila at breakfast, where I was sure she'd yell at me for taking her to my bed last night.

I don't know what possessed me to do that, let alone wake up and kiss her neck, but it'd obviously been the wrong move. She didn't return the feelings I had for her.

I'd yell at me too.

All morning I'd been torturing myself over memories of last night and this morning, but I knew it was out of my control. Ari was only with me for the marriage deal and the baby. The same way I should be.

I scrubbed my hands over my face, disgusted with myself, before looking at the time on my phone. It was four thirty-eight. I groaned, wishing it'd ring with the familiar melody I set for her phone I got her. She always called at four p.m. No later.

I deserved it. I crossed a line that I don't think we could step back from.

Suddenly, my phone rang and my body tensed although I knew it wasn't her. I looked at the caller ID.

Valentine White is calling. . .

It read.

I was annoyed it wasn't her, but I answered anyway.

"Look, Valentine, I know I fucked up, but I'm not in any mood for your---"

"Areila was almost kidnapped!" Valentine's sobbing voice came through the other line, and where I sat up straight at Ari's name, I was out the door of my office at the word kidnapped.

"I'm coming." Was all I said before calling Owen and bolting to my car.

"Valentine!" Owen yelled when we got into the waiting room. Areila's best friend turned at his voice, revealing a bandage on the side of her face. Owen quickly grabbed her arms and knelt to his knees so he could be eye-level with her seated form.

I, on the other hand, ran straight to the desk, "Where is she?" I demanded, "Areila Carson, where is she?" The woman in scrubs at the desk stood, holding out her hands for me to calm down, but I wouldn't.

"I'm sorry, sir, but it's family members only right now, so I'm going to have to ask you to calm down or leave before I call security."

"She's my fiancèe so tell me where the hell she is!"

Room 106, down the hall and make a left. Room 106, down the hall, and make a left. Room 106, down the hall...

I spotted the correct room number and opened the door as quietly as I could. My heart clenched painfully as I saw her small, sleeping body under the dotted covers of the hospital bed. She had a dark bruise taking over the side of her delicate cheek bone and her ankle was in a wrap, propped up by and extra pillow.

I collapsed in the bedside chair, just staring at her beaten body, speechless, before the anger could start boiling again.

The door opened quietly and a male doctor dressed in blue green scrubs and a white lab coat entered, his eyes trained on the clipboard in his hands. He looked up and I could tell he was surprised to see me, but he continued smoothly with what he'd come in to do.