IF HE WANTED TO HE WOULD: PREGNANT WITH THE CEO’S BABY - Chapter #2 - Free To Read

She had pushed him away, her eyes wide with shock, and then she had raced out of his office as if he were a fire she needed to escape from.

And that—that—intrigued him.

Alex Donald. Women threw themselves at his feet. Always.

But not Sophie.

Alex leaned back in his leather chair, fingers drumming against the mahogany desk as he stared at the empty space where she had stood just minutes ago.

He let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head.

She had a crush on him. Had. Past tense.

Alex had thought about using her feelings to flirt with her, finding amusement in her kitten-like, innocent reactions. But before he could figure out how to move forward, he was caught off guard by the past.

It angered him, and in that moment, he kissed Sophie, his mind going blank. Her neck flushed a deep red, the color spreading down to her collarbone, just beneath the first button of her shirt. Behind the cover of her work attire, Alex couldn’t help but imagine what that exposed skin would look like.

But a kiss? It meant nothing to him. Alex had been with women far bolder and more eager than this, women who didn’t simply get over their crushes on him. They lingered, desperate for whatever attention he was willing to offer. But Sophie? She was moving on, and that thought unsettled him in a way he couldn’t quite understand. She had let him act on a sudden impulse, and it threw him off balance in a way he didn’t want to admit.

His phone buzzed, yanking him from his thoughts. He turned, grabbing it off the desk.

Richard.

He sighed before answering. "What?"

"Still coming to the club tonight?" Richard’s voice boomed through the speaker.

"...You already know the answer to that."

Richard groaned. "Come on, man. When’s the last time you actually had fun?"

Alex smirked. "Define fun."

"You know exactly what I mean. Drinks, music, women." Richard paused. "Or are you still on that two-year dry spell?"

Alex rolled his eyes. "I’ve been working, Richard. Unlike you."

"Yeah, yeah, Mr. Billionaire Workaholic." Richard scoffed. "Let me guess—you’re going to spend the night drowning in paperworks again?"

Alex glanced at the towering stack on his desk. That had been the plan.

"Exactly," he said.

"You know what? No. Not tonight."

"Richard—"

"Meet me at Skye in twenty minutes."

"I don’t have time for this."

"You need time for this. It’s been two years since you’ve even touched a woman. Two. Years."

Alex chuckled. "And you act like that’s some sort of crime."

"It is when you used to be the biggest player in New York." Richard’s tone turned smug. "Don’t tell me you’re still hung up on that whole ‘proving yourself’ to your deadbeat father thing?"

Alex’s jaw tightened. "That’s none of your business."

Richard sighed. "Look, I get it. You worked your ass off to clean up the mess he made. You built your own empire from the ground up. You’re at the top now, Alex. You won. You don’t have to keep punishing yourself."

Alex didn’t respond.

But now, for the first time in years, his mind was preoccupied with something other than work.

Or rather, someone.

Sophie.

Alex exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. His gaze drifted back to the paperwork he was supposed to take home.

If he went out tonight, he wouldn’t get through even half of it.

He told himself he’d make up for it tomorrow. But his mind still stuck on the way Sophie had looked at him. The way she had fled.

His lips curled into a smirk.

She was unlike any woman he had ever met.

How could a grown woman like Sophie be so innocent?

He had met women who begged to be taken, who practically threw themselves at him the moment they caught a whiff of his wealth. But Sophie?

She was shy. Flustered.

And completely unaware of how intoxicating that was.

He clenched his jaw.

Alex exhaled slowly, shoving his hands into his pockets as he walked through the transparent glass doors. The cool evening air hit his face, but it did little to calm the sudden storm in his chest.

What the hell was he even doing?

He had overstepped. Crossed a line he shouldn’t have.

Sophie wasn’t just some woman he could flirt with and forget about the next day. She was his employee. His secretary.

This… whatever this was between them—it needed to stop.

Alex exhaled sharply, shoving his thoughts aside.

Maybe going to Skye tonight wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

Maybe a distraction was exactly what he needed.

And maybe—just maybe—he could pretend that what happened today never happened at all.