The Billionaire Wins the Game(32)

She weakly sat on the floor of the tub as the steaming water washed over her. She threw up some more and when there was nothing left, she continued to dry heave.

She sat in the tub shivering, but was too weak to climb out. She was frightened by the weakness in her body. “Please God; let nothing happen to my child. I will bear nine months straight of sickness if you will just spare my child,” she weakly muttered out loud.

Since she couldn’t find the energy to climb out of the tub, she grabbed the nearby towels and threw them over her in an effort to keep warm.

She couldn’t even get up to call into her job. She would get fired for sure, as Lucas would just assume she was a no call, no show, in an attempt to avoid him.

She fell asleep from the pure exhaustion that had stolen throughout her entire body. She thanked the blackness so she wouldn’t have to feel the overwhelming cold and achiness consuming her.

Lucas decided to wait until Amy left before he would head to work, just in case she decided to try and run. He’d put the guard on alert to notify him during the night at any time if she was to leave the building. The employees of his company were very loyal to him as they were treated well. No questions were asked; they just told him he would be notified.

He hadn’t slept well and was feeling cranky. When it was starting time and she still hadn’t left the building, he was furious. So she figured now that she was pregnant she could skip work.


Over his dead body! She wasn’t avoiding him to try and come up with more lies for him.

He marched down to her apartment and let himself in. She wasn’t in the living room or kitchen.

He was even more furious. She hadn’t even bothered to get out of bed. Well, she’d gotten the husband, so he figured she didn’t want to work anymore. Why work when you could get all you wanted for free?

He walked down to her bedroom and swung the door open, ready to rip the covers off of her and have a rip roaring fight. He needed to yell and vent his anger and she was the expected target. He was angry about everything and he desperately needed a target to take out his frustrations on.

When he opened up her door and her bed was empty, he began to feel his first stirrings of unease. Had she left without him knowing? That wasn’t possible. He had a very secure building.

She wasn’t a prisoner but his staff was very loyal and they would’ve told him if she’d left. He double checked his phone to make sure he hadn’t somehow missed a call.

He turned to go into the living room and noticed her bathroom door was shut. He walked over to it and listened for a moment. There was no sound from inside. Without thinking of her privacy he opened the door and walked in.

Lucas was terrified when he saw her small body lying there, barely covered up in the tub. Had she taken her life? No!!! He ran to her and fell to the floor, then breathed a sigh of relief as he saw her chest move up and down. She was shivering, even in her sleep and had dark purple smudges under her eyes.

He took a good look at her and then noticed how small she looked. She’d dropped some significant weight. Weren’t pregnant women supposed to gain weight? How hadn’t he noticed the changes in her body?

That was an easy question to answer. He hadn’t noticed because he’d done all he could to avoid looking at her too closely. He’d avoided her as much as possible so he didn’t take her right there on her desk at work. He’d hoped to have gotten over her by this time, as he’d never been so hooked on any woman.

He knew no one could fake this kind of illness. He immediately felt guilty at what he’d put her through last night. Thinking back, he could see where she’d looked worn and exhausted and he’d not cared at all. He’d only cared she was trying to fool him.

Lucas stood up and wrapped his arms under her body, lifting her from the tub. She immediately snuggled closer into his grasp, seeking warmth, even in her sleep. The towels fell from her body and his gut clenched in shock.

She’d lost even more weight than he’d first thought. She wasn’t having a good pregnancy. He should’ve been paying attention. He laid her on the bed and covered her up, while her body curled into a ball. She let out a slight moan, not once waking. He noticed the slight bump on her stomach for the first time.

Wow, he thought, that bump is my child. It really slammed into him that he was going to be a father in six months. Now that his anger had fled away, the idea of a son was an amazing thing.

In six months he would be holding his baby. He would be throwing balls with him in a few years and bouncing him on his knees.

He was shocked to find that he already loved his unborn child. He loved the precious baby that was growing inside her. He wouldn’t let anything happen to him or his mother.

Lucas called the family doctor and then climbed into the bed and pulled her into his arms. He simply wanted to warm her up. He needed to protect both of them. He’d never felt such terror as seeing her lying in that empty tub.

She curled around him and let out a sigh. After a few minutes her body finally quit shaking. He held her and rubbed her back, willing her and his child to be okay.

When Lucas heard the knock at the door, he let the doctor in, scared that there was something seriously wrong.

“Amy, there you go, open up your eyes. That’s a good girl. My name is Dr. Scott and I’m going to check you over okay. Do you know what happened this morning?” was what Amy woke up too. She had no idea how she’d gotten into her bed, but the warmth felt so good.