The Billionaire's Secret Child.

Chapter 7 - Meeting Matteo

Grace's POV.
I am on the verge of tears because i feel like my world is falling apart. Then Mac speaks to me "Hey Honey, you ok? I can put the kids to bed and we can watch a movie?"

I glance down and nod before Mac pulls me into his side, he is like a brother and i couldn't imagine doing this without him. He knows that something is wrong and the Man stood to our right is the cause.
"Yeah ok.."
"Hey mama, can we watch the movie too!" Weaver asks, breaking from her conversation with Arloe about spongebob.
Then Arloe says "Yeah!!! I want to watch a movie with Uncle Mac!!" I look up at Matteo, a moment of realisation has just crossed his face. He knows that I am the mother of the two little blonde haired twins in front of us, he knows that the guy stood with me is not the father because who would call their father uncle? FUCK. He could work this out.

I swear that this elevator ride is taking even longer than usual and the small box is getting even smaller. I am starting to panic, my limbs turn to jelly and  my eyes get heavy and my breathing becomes laboured. Dizziness makes my head feel cloudy...I hit the floor... i hear my kids screaming in fear, "mama... mama... wake up... mamma" and finally... i hear Matteo shout "Grace!" Then... DARKNESS.

I come around from my panic attack. That was by far the worst one i've ever had. I am cradled against someone's chest, that smell is oddly familiar...

Matteo.

I am immediately awake and I wriggle, trying to get down. Matteo sets me down gently on my feet. I still feel weak. "Where are my kids?" I shout, becoming frantic... where are they? "Grace, Calm down, They are with their Uncle watching a movie in your room, I am taking you to the hotel doctor.

Many hotels don't employ a doctor but for our clients, we do.

"No...No... I don't need to go to the doctor." I am stubborn. I don't want to be alone with Matteo. I need to protect my kids. I need to dream up a story before he asks about the kids father.

"We need to talk...now" He dictates.

"Why? What is there to talk about?" I ask.

"Those Children, I am guessing they are about 3 years old and are obviously twins so I am guessing they were naturally premature, meaning that would mean they were conceived about the same time as we had our one-night stand and you don't strike me as the girl that sleeps around so... are they mine?" He says angrily.

I just stare at the floor, i knew this day would come but I didn't expect it to happen so soon. He is angry. Probably because i kept them, he would probably rather them be non-existent. At that thought a single fat tear rolls down my cheek. I wipe it away. Right, this it it. I am done being weak. I am a mother, I need to be the person i want my kids to be; strong and independent.

"Yes Matteo, they are yours. Now, I have a lot on my plate right now but I will have some papers drawn up so you can wave all your parental rights and child support goodbye. I don't need your help. I have raised these children alone and they are happy, healthy and beautiful. You are building your life, you are soon-t0-be-married, you are a successful businessman. You don't need a scandal like this and I wont have my children be targeted my the paparazzi, I have kept my mouth shut for the past 3 years. I can do it for the rest of my life." After my little rant I look back up at Matteo.

MATTEO'S POV
When I enter the Belmont Hotel, Spain, the last person I expected to see was Grace. I looked for her after that night, I even threatened Javier. I know that is ruthless but i wanted Grace and they refused to tell me anything other than she isn't in the city. But here she is, standing in the hotel lobby of my new investment half way across the world. Yes. I've just bought the Belmont.