Love’s Secret Baby Read online Ella Goode

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 149(@200wpm)___ 119(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
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I obviously don’t know shit about Darby. The woman I loved wouldn’t have kept my son from me. We’d talked about having children. It was something we both wanted and because of that we never used any protection. It was always skin against skin. That she hadn’t become pregnant earlier or sooner is some kind of miracle since we were fucking two to three times a day. Sometimes more. What is the shock is that she got in that accident and never came home. That she made me believe she was dead and kept my son from me. It’s unforgivable.

“Wait. Jonas, please listen to me.”

The amount of money I would have paid to hear her sound out my name could have bought every car in this garage a hundred times over. Now I just want to find the car seat and go. Jax is the key anyway. Wherever he goes, she’ll go. Of that, I’m confident. I find the small car at the end of the garage. In the back is Jax’s seat and conveniently there’s a set of keys in the center console. I tuck Jax into his seat and buckle him in.

“How do you know how to do that?” she demands.

I look up to see her watching me again with that wary eye. It irritates me because I’m the one who should be wary and suspicious. I decide not to answer. Instead, I bark out an order. “Get in.” I point to the passenger door.

“I’m calling Luca,” she declares.

“Go ahead.” I’ll punch him again. This time I won’t stop until his face looks like raw meat, either. He must be the man she’s been sleeping with since she left me. The joke’s on her, though, because he’s not going to marry her. “If all you think you’re worth is a garage apartment and secret fucks, then be my guest and stay, but I’m going and I’m taking my son with me.”

Chapter 8

Darby

I stare at my son’s sleeping face wondering how I got here. He’s been out like a light since we got on the plane. I don’t even know where we’re going. I should ask but does it really matter? He is trying to take my son from me. I’d go anywhere as long as I was close to Jax.

I don’t have to look to my right to know Jonas is staring at me. He has been since we all got settled into his fancy plane. I don’t know if I want to scream at him or burst into tears. Sleep. That’s what I really need. To fall asleep and wake up back home from this crazy dream. Because that’s what this has to be.

“Do you want something to drink?” he says, breaking the long silence. I shake my head, unable to look at him. I’ve got too many emotions swirling inside of me. I know once something crosses your lips it can never be taken back. I fight myself on how I would react if someone told me I had a two-year-old son I’d never known anything about.

What kind of emotion would that spark in me? If I were Jonas and the shoe was on the other foot, what steps would I take to make sure that I never missed out on another moment? All of these things run through my mind. While the thought of Jax having a dad in his life fills me with joy, the thought of Jonas taking him from me chills me to my core.

Clearly Jonas is Jax’s father. No wonder every time I would see him in the magazines something seemed so familiar to me. I always thought their eyes were so much alike but I never thought too much about it. The more I think about it now, the more I can really see how much they resemble each other. Still it’s hard to wrap my mind around the fact that I was once with Jonas Willits.

The man I’ve read about here and there in tabloids. The one that parties on yachts. The one who comes from a royal line of ancestors. Who the gossip rags try to marry off each week to someone new. How the heck did I get tangled up in such a world? If only I could remember. But since I’ve had no recollection in years about my past, I don’t expect any of it to come to me now.

“Are you sure? I have pink lemonade.” I jerk my head to look over at it. “It’s Country Time.”

My favorite. I’m starting to think Jonas and I weren't a fling. I bite the inside of my mouth to fight the tears that want to break free. The fact that he knows these intimate details about me and I don’t is a lot for me to handle.

“Where are we going?” I ask, pulling my eyes away from his handsome face.


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