The Billionaire's Pregnant Mistress

Fischer Meats

Amelia

“Hey, Mom,” I answer my phone as I look around the empty hotel room. I see that it’s nearly noon. Usually, someone would have come to wake me before that.

“Amelia, where are you?” Mom nearly yells into the phone.

“I’m at home,” I mumble.

“Amelia Elizabeth Fischer, I am at your apartment. You are not here,” She yells.

I sigh.

“Kylie says she and Ernesto took you out last night, and you left with some man. So where are you?” She grills me.

“I’m in a hotel, Mom,” I mutter. “I didn’t know you were coming over.”

“I was concerned,” She states.

“Mom, I told you I was going out,” I argue.

“Yes, to a club,” she counters. “You don’t do clubs.”

“Kylie and Ernesto took me out to celebrate me getting my degree,” I explain for the millionth time.

“Amelia,” I can hear the tears welling up in my mother’s voice. “I don’t want anything to happen to my only daughter.”

“Mom,” I sigh. “I have to get dressed and be home soon.”

“I’ll be at the shop,” she mentions the family butcher shop.

“Fine,” I huff. “I’ll see you then,” I say, hanging up the phone. I scramble and find my clothes and throw them on. I catch myself in the mirror, and I look like a mess. I quickly wash my face before I exit the room. I hurry downstairs and walk up to the front desk.

A cheerful woman looks up from the computer, “Good morning,” She beams.

“Hi, I was just in room 304. I’m sorry I overslept,” I explain to the friendly woman with a nametag that says, Susan.

Susan types something into her computer, “Oh, it was paid for another night,” She states.

“Really?” I snort. “Well, I don’t need another night, so I guess I am checking out.”

“Oh, was everything alright with your stay?” Susan asks with a slight frown.

“It was great,” I blurt out. I pull my phone from my purse. “I just need to call for a ride.”

“Oh, that is already covered. We’ll call someone, and it’s already paid for,” Susan grins.

I narrow my eyes at her, “Okay. I need to go all the way to Aurora.”

“That’s fine,” Susan beams and picks up a phone. “Wait right over there and wait for our shuttle,” She points to some chairs in the lobby.

I shrug and stroll over to a leather chair and sit down. I look around, and it seems different from last night, but then I was somewhat inebriated. I smile as I, despite being drunk I, remember everything. His hands on my body were like nothing else, and then there was the s*x. I sigh as I know I’ll probably never see Ez again.

A thin young man approaches me, “Are you, Amelia?” He asks.

I nod and stand up, “Yeah.”

He tips his head, “I’m your Luke, your driver. Are you ready to go?”

“Yeah,” I mumble.

He leads out front to a white van and opens the passenger door. I hop in and wait for him to get in on the driver’s side, “So, tell me where we are going?”

I start to give him my home address and then pause, “Fischer Meats,” I say, and then give him the address.

Luke nods as he plugs the address into his GPS. “I’m from Aurora.”

“Really? What high school did you go to?” I ask.

“Jackson,” He states.

“Really?” I wrinkle my nose. “That was our rival,” I laugh.

“You must have gone to Lincoln Heights,” He laughs.

“Yep,” I nod.

“Fischer Meats,” He repeats the name of my family’s business. “I think my parents go there sometimes.”

“My family owns it,” I say. “For several generations now.”

“Oh really,” Luke looks mildly excited.

“Yeah, my dad is getting ready to retire, so my older brother will take it over,” I explain.

“Cool,” Luke responds, and we go silent for several minutes. He turns on the radio to some country station. “What sort of music do you like?” He asks.

“This is fine,” I respond though I would prefer rock.

It takes a good thirty minutes to get to the butcher shop. He stops in the front, and my brother Junior is standing outside, having a smoke.

“Thank you, Luke,” I say as I dig into my purse. “Do I owe you anything?”

“It’s all paid for,” He grins.

“Thanks again,” I say, sliding out of the van and shutting the door.

My brother is grinning at me, and I sigh. Junior looks almost identical to our father, only Dad has less hair. Junior is about six feet tall and burly with short brown hair and the same brown eyes we all got from our father. “Hey, sis, doing the slut walk of shame, I see,” Junior says in his deep raspy voice.

“Shut up, Junior,” I mutter as I brush past him.

He grabs my arm, “So, I heard you slept with some rando last night. That’s not like you, Mia,” He uses my nickname.

“I had some fun,” I roll my eyes.

Our Dad steps out of the shop. He has his blood-stained apron on and opens his arms to hug me.

“No, Dad,” I step back.

“So, what trouble did you bring us today?” He laughs as Junior hands him a cigarette.

I sigh and say nothing as I enter the shop. The smell of meat permeates the air. My nephews Trey and Carson go running by me. I spy my sister-in-law Mya talking to my mother by the counter. They both stop when they notice me.

Mya is a lovely heavy-set woman with long blonde hair and brown eyes. She grins at me as my mother marches toward me.

“What are you wearing?” Mom screeches loud enough to stop my nephews in their tracks.

I look down at my outfit. I am still wearing my short shirt and shimmery crop top. “Club clothes, Mom.”

“Did you borrow those from Kylie? Because those are her style,” Mom snorts and puts her hands on her hips.

“They are my clothes, Mom,” I huff.

My niece Lacey crawls out from behind the counter. She is only a year old. She looks up at me and grins. I grin and walk over and pick her up.

“Lacey,” I coo and kiss her cheek. She has blonde hair like her mother, whereas her brothers resemble Junior.

“So, what club did you go to?” Mya asks and takes Lacey from me. My niece protests and reaches for me. Mya sets her in a corner where she has it gated off.

“Pierre’s Wharf,” I say. “Paul got us in.”

“Hmm, was it hot?” Mya laughs, and I nod.

“I mean, it was pretty cool,” I say as I try to remember the club. Images of Ez are all I can remember.

“So, who is this guy you left with?” Mya continues to grill me.

Trey runs by us with a large, packaged sausage in his hands. He swings it at Carson, who is squealing.

“Andrew Martin Fischer,” Mya barks.

“Yes?” My father and brother respond as they step into the shop. They are also Andrew Martin Fischer. My nephew is the third, so we call him Trey.

Mya huffs and grabs the sausage from Trey, and looks at me.

“I don’t remember his name,” I mutter. “I called him Ez.”

“Did you use protection?” Junior snorts.

I roll my eyes, “Why did I come here?” I shake my head.

“Are you still coming over on Sunday?” Junior asks and picks up Lacey from her little playpen. She squeals as he tickles her belly.

“Yeah, I already promised Mom,” I nod at our mother. “I am bringing pie.”

“Make it pecan,” Junior insists.

“You know Jonathan hates pecan,” I shake my head. “I’m probably going to make a triple berry since it’s his favorite.”

“Make a pecan for me,” Junior grins.

I sigh, “Fine.”

The bell on the door rings, and my other sister-in-law, Monica, walks in with my youngest nephew Lane on her hip.

Mom moves over to take Lane from Monica.

“I heard you had some fun last night,” Monica giggles.

“Oh, my god, Mom,” I shout. “Did you send a group text to the whole family that I had a one-night stand?”

Mom looks at Lane and shrugs. “I was concerned.”

“I’ll see you all on Sunday,” I mumble and storm out of the shop. I pull my phone from my purse and open the Uber app.

“Are you mad?” Mya steps out of the shop.

“Annoyed,” I reply. “It’s like my business has to be broadcasted all the time in this family.”

“You know how your mom is. She announced all my pregnancies before I could tell Junior,” She laughs.

I shake my head, “It gets old,” I say and lean against the wall.

“Are you going home?” She asks.

“I’m tired and need to check on Chico,” I say. “Also, I need to yell at Kylie.”

Mya laughs, “Well, see you on Sunday then.”

“Tell Junior I’ll bring him a pecan pie even though it’s Jonathan’s party,” I smile at my sister-in-law.

A yellow sedan pulls up in front of us. “See you,” I wave as I trot over to the car and hop in. Ten minutes later and I am walking into my apartment. Chico barks his little head off as I pick him up. “Hey, Chico,” I kiss the top of his head, then set him down. I get juice from the fridge and walk over to my computer. I sip on the juice when there is a knock on the door leading to the main house.

Kylie barges in before I can say something. She grins at me, “So, your mom was here earlier,” She looks me up and down. “Still wearing the same clothes?”

“Yeah, I just got home,” I state as I open my email. Chico runs around, yapping at Kylie. “Chico,” I yell at him. “Are you mad at me?”

Kylie shrugs, “Annoyed,” she replies. “So, did you even get a name?”

“Ez,” I mutter as I click on an email.

“I mean, I am equal parts annoyed and impressed,” Kylie laughs. “You are like Miss Priss, study queen, and at the club, you got picked up by the hottest guy there.”

I smirk as I read the email. I cheer loudly startling Kylie and Chico. My dog begins barking while Kylie looks at me. “I got the job!” I cheer.

“Really?” She grins. “Which one?”

“At Keaton Industries,” I say. “I start next week.”