The Russian Billionaire’s Secret(90)

Alex was a playboy, he wasn’t going to put aside his glamorous lifestyle for a woman he didn’t even want to get pregnant. Not when he had so many beautiful women to choose from.

As Demi stroked her stomach, the tears came flowing. She tried to stop them, tried to build a dam between her emotions and the coherent part of her brain but it did not hold. She could not hold back the river of grief within her, could not keep herself aloof from her situation. She had worked so hard all her life to get where she was, get what little that she had. She had hoped that, when the time came, the child she brought into this world would be able to live a better life than her.

Had all of this been a mistake? Demi realized that she might have rushed into this. She couldn’t do this alone, not without harming this child’s life. Not without sentencing her child to a life full of the same kind of struggle that she had gone through. For the first time, Demi considered getting an abortion. If she got one, she’d be able to get pregnant later when she was more financially stable. In fact, if she was no longer pregnant Alex wouldn’t feel as though he owed her anything. To top it all off, Demi wouldn’t have to spend her life taking care of the child of someone that she could never hope to satisfy, she would not have to live with that resentment.

Demi suddenly felt ashamed of herself. The child within her was alive, it would soon have a beating heart, hair, even fingernails. It would be a tiny version of her, and Alex of course. She would get through that. She would love her child and she would take care of it. She would work two jobs, three if she had to. Demi was a strong hard-working woman, she would be there for her child and give the child the upbringing she never had.

Chapter 9

Alex Hires A PI

Alex was beside himself. He had gotten off his flight and came straight to the apartment he had bought Demi, only to find it empty. He felt as though his world had collapsed. He could not understand why she had left, after all he had done for her, after all he was going to do. He had been going to take care of her and their child, was going to give both of them the life they deserved. He had been going to be a father to a child and give it something that he had never gotten to enjoy.

Now she was gone and Alex had no idea where, no idea why. He sat on the bed in which they had shared that single, wonderful night together and held his head in his hands. Beside him lay a little black case that he had been holding as he entered the apartment. Inside that case was an incredibly expensive diamond ring that he had bought for her. He had come back home hoping to propose to Demi, to give her a proper wedding and a proper life. What was he going to do now? What was she going to do?

Alex decided that he couldn’t just sit on the bed and do nothing. He had to take action, had to find her. He had tried calling her on her phone only to find it in his trash can. Now it was time to take drastic action. Alex picked up his phone and dialed the number of one of the best private investigators in the city, a man famous for being able to find anyone, anywhere. This man had a name but no one knew what it was. The only name anyone knew was the pseudonym he had given himself: The Bloodhound.

He was called the Bloodhound because of his innate ability to find people no matter where they ran. When he picked up the phone, Alex said, “You know who I am. I need you to find someone for me. I will pay whatever it takes. I am texting you an address, come here as soon as you can.” The Bloodhound did not say a word, only cut the call, but Alex knew that he was already on his way. Alex’s very voice was iconic; the Bloodhound had definitely recognized it. Alex was sure now that he was going to find Demi.

Within 30 minutes, there was a knock on the door. Alex opened it to see a figure in a trench coat. He was strangely featureless, with a face that was distinctly unrecognizable. Even his voice was emotionless and blank as he said, “So. Your dame ran away did she?”

“Yes!” said Alex, “How did you know?”

“It’s what I do,” said the Bloodhound, “Don’t worry mister Ferguson. I’ll find her for you for the right fee. You just give me a day and your precious dame will be in your arms once more.”

Alex breathed a sigh of relief and let the private investigator in.

Chapter 10

Reunited

“Mr. Ferguson,” the Bloodhound had said in his clipped, featureless voice, “I have found her.”

Alex felt a rush of blood to his head. He could not believe that he was going to see her again. He was already on his way to the address the private investigator had provided. Demi had moved, presumably in an attempt to prevent him finding her. However, no amount of movement would have been enough to prevent the Bloodhound from tracking her.

Alex exited his limousine, his heart pounding. Demi had gotten a tiny house in the suburbs. Alex wondered if it was so that their child would have more space to run around. He steeled himself, took a deep breath and knocked on the door. “Just a minute!” came Demi’s voice from inside the house. Alex felt as though he was going to pass out, such was the excitement he was containing within him.

The door opened and Demi stood before him. Her chocolate colored skin was covered in sweat, frizzy hair a mess from all the housework and her eyes looked sunken in as though she hadn’t slept in a while. She was so very beautiful.

“Alex...” said Demi, looking at him as though she couldn’t believe he was there. “Demi,” Alex responded, his voice barely escaping his mouth louder than a whisper. “How did you find me?” asked Demi. “How could I not?” asked Alex, “I had to.”