The Billionaire's Secret Love Child(95)
I could feel tears begin to well up behind my eyes. He was baring his soul to me, and it was hard to deny him. I pressed my head to his chest and pulled him in tight.
“Would you like to go out on a date with me? It’ll be my first,” he asked.
I pulled myself away.
“Sure, but, this time, I get to take you to my favorite spot,” I replied.
He threw his arm around me and we walked off the field, together.
We had each other, and that was more than either of us needed.
*****
THE END
To Tempt a Mate – A Dragon Shifter Romance
“You must be joking,” he said, “after 3 months and not even a phone call, coming all this way and thinking I’d be interested in talking to you.” His tall frame occupied the entirety of the small trailer door and his intimidating stare almost made me turn around. But, I had a reason to be here, and he needed to know what I had to say.
“Can I come in? This is important and I doubt you’d want a cute girl to freeze to death out here.” I smiled innocently, but it didn’t seem to help my case much. I shook and chattered under my jacket while wishing that I had at least a pair of gloves to warm my nearly frostbitten fingertips. He let out a drawn out sigh and disappeared indoors, I took this as a sign and entered.
It was small inside, just about large enough for a bed and table. The space heater worked well enough, and with the door closed I was beginning to feel my fingers again.
“Marcus, I know my timing is bad, but I’m in trouble and I need your help.”
“Here we go,” he replied, “lemme guess, some guy you’re dating is abusive, or you owe money to some dealer, or you want me to buy you a ticket somewhere? Am I right? Well, I don’t think sleeping with me ONCE is enough for me to even consider us close.”
“You’re not wrong,” I sighed, “Will you hear me out before judging?”
“Why should I bother? It’s just going to end with me pointing you toward the door, and me going back to my dinner. You-”
“Marcus … I’m pregnant.” I interjected. He paused for a moment, staring quizzically then coming to a realization.
“How pregnant?”
“About 3 months now.” I replied. That seemed to rattle him.
“This is bad,” he said, “Emily, I wish you had told me sooner-” He paused and his posture perked up.
“What is it?” I asked. After a moment I heard something. An engine rattled down the road, soft sounding at first, but becoming louder and closer. Nobody lived nearby for miles because Marcus liked his privacy for some reason.
As the car drew nearer, Marcus reached under the bed and withdrew a bag while grabbing his shotgun, leaned against a nearby wall.
“They followed you.” He said.
‘Followed me?’ how could they do such a thing, I rented a car with cash under a false name; I left my cell phone behind and kept nothing that might identify me. If they found me, then I could just imagine what Tyson would do after my return and I panicked. I think Marcus could tell I was panicking and he threw a blanket over my shoulders.
He looked at me with a pair of eyes that I’d never seen before, a soulful look that belied his stoic demeanor.
“You’ll be alright, I’ll handle this.” He put his bag down, and replaced his shotgun, “I’ll be right back.” Then he walked out into the snow.
The car pulled up. It was a bit older, but I recognized it. It was one of Tyson’s cars and I knew the person who was driving it. Devon. He was a good man and shrewd, tall and slender but always willing to work hard to make sure Tyson was happy. He was also the first person Tyson liked to send because Devon knew how to get results.
“You look like you’re a little lost, boy.” Marcus said.
Devon sidled out of the car and leaned over the car ceiling, giving a long steady look at the window I watched from.
“This your car?” he replied, gesturing to my rented sedan.
“I’ve no need to answer trespassers, if you’re looking for the local hotel you might try about ten miles north of…”
A gunshot.
It scared every bird in the area dumb enough to stay here for winter.
Devon walked over to Marcus, laying on the ground and squatted down, I could barely make out the words, “I’ve no need to hear your reply.” He sniffed the air as a canine on a hunt and squared his gaze on the door to the trailer, my only way out.
“Emily, I don’t like bruising women if it can be avoided, just come out and get in the car. Tyson is furious and you’re the only person that could calm him down now.”
“Well, go back and tell him I don’t want to talk to him.” I said since stalling for time was the only thing keeping me out of the car while I searched for shotgun shells. ‘Marcus, you useless bastard, why would you keep a shotgun but no shells’, I thought while frantically searching the cupboards and cabinets.
“Just come out, that shotgun won’t do you much good.” He shouted from outside, “I don’t smell any gunpowder in that trailer.”
How did he know that? I picked up the shotgun; even if it wasn’t loaded I could maybe try to scare him off. I nudged open the front door, Marcus’ body laid on the ground motionless while Devon eyed me as I left the trailer. I lined the shotgun up with his torso and tried to sound as intimidating as possible.