Pregnant For My Billionaire Boss

Chapter Four: You're Wrong, Friend.

Leo’s POV

The moaning of this girl was getting on my nerves. I needed to get off, and this squealing pig wasn’t helping. She arched her back in a desperate attempt to be sexy, but it just made me roll my eyes. I could feel my patience wearing thin, her exaggerated sounds clashing against the throbbing headache in my head from last night’s club scene.

Her hair was scattered across the bed, a tangled mess that was far from the look she’d had when I first laid eyes on her at the club. Her makeup was smeared, and her lips were smudged with the red of her lipstick. She looked so sickening.

I had picked her up last night from the VIP lounge. She looked like a rich hooker and I got attracted by her big boobs that helped substitute her small ass. She had been a good distraction, her filthy body sweating and glistening perfectly against mine as we f****d the night away.

I grinned, remembering the way she had eagerly followed me home. Her eyes wide at the sight of my mansion. Just like the rest. She was the typical type who was impressed by my wealth and status, the kind of girl who would do anything to be with a billionaire. And I had taken full advantage of that. With her p***y.

Last night had been a blur. I was really drunk to have taken this thing home. I remembered I had her choking on my d**k and wiped her face against the sheets as I f****d her hard from behind. I was the reason she looked like that.

She was eager to have s*x, even resulted to sucking me off on the drive home, and I had made sure she didn’t get a wink of sleep. Her moans were a little hot at first, but now they were just an irritating noise.

I pulled out and rolled her over and banged her t**s, feeling my c*m already. She rubbed off on me, and I closed my eyes.

I couldn’t look at her.

She disgusted me.

With a final grunt, I busted my nut all over her boobs and she packed some to her mouth and deep in her p***y.

Bitch wanted my kids.

I pushed her away, rolling onto my back. She let out a satisfied sigh, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on my chest. I closed my eyes, enjoying the cool air from the AC in my s*x room.

“You’re amazing.” she whispered, trying to sound sultry. “I’ve never met anyone like you.”

I scoffed, not bothering to open my eyes. I’d heard that line a million times before. These whores always said the same thing, always eager to flatter and please me. It was part of the game, part of the reason I enjoyed f*****g these bitches.

My phone buzzed on the nightstand, and I let out a groan. It had been going off all morning, interrupting my fun with the girl.

I saw that it was Jamie, my assistant, trying to remind me of some meeting or appointment. But I didn’t care. I was in no mood to deal with work right now.

I reached over, grabbing my phone and glancing at the screen. Sure enough, there were a dozen missed calls from Jamie.

I rolled my eyes, tossing the phone back onto the nightstand. I didn’t need to deal with that right now. I had more important things to focus on, like starting another round with the woman in my bed.

But then, my phone buzzed again, and I let out an annoyed sigh. This time, it wasn’t Jamie. It was Logan, my best friend. I hesitated for a moment, then picked up the phone.

“What’s up, Logan?” I asked, my voice gruff with irritation.

“Leo, where the hell are you?” Logan’s voice was tense, and I could hear the frustration in his tone. “Jamie’s been trying to reach you all morning. The hospital called your office. You have a check-up today, remember?”

Oh s**t.

I frowned, sitting up in bed. The girl beside me let out a soft whimper of protest, her fingers still tracing patterns on my chest. She could hear my conversation, and I wasn’t going to have that.

I stood up from the bed and ignored her, focusing on what Logan was saying.

“Check-up?” I repeated, trying to remember what he was talking about. Then it hit me. I had a minor accident a while back, and this was supposed to be my last appointment.

Fuck, I had completely forgotten about it. But then again, I didn’t see it as necessary. I felt fine, and I didn’t need some doctor telling me otherwise.

“Yeah, I remember now.” I said, rubbing my eyes. “But I don’t think it’s a big deal. I feel fine.”

“Leo, just go to the damn appointment.” Logan insisted. “I’m on my way to your place right now. We’ll go together.”

I sighed, running a hand through my hair. Logan was always the responsible one, always looking out for me. And as much as I hated it, he was right. I needed to go to the appointment, if only to get everyone off my back.

“Fine.” I said, relenting. “I’ll get ready. See you in a bit.”

I hung up the phone, turning to the girl beside me.

“What happened?” She was pouting, her eyes wide and pleading.

What? She was getting too comfortable.

“None of your business.” I sounded uninterested. “It’s time to get out.”

She watched me as I pulled out my towel, her gaze lingering on my body. “Will I see you again?” she asked, her voice hopeful.

This girl was really getting on my nerves. She probably thought because I brought her to my house and f****d her, she was now entitled to my time. Bullshit. She was just another distraction, another f**k in a long line of women.

“Lady.” I shot a glare at her. “Leave now. Or else I’ll have them escort you out.”

She grunted and scoffed, murmuring as she got of the bed and reached for her dress. I turned away, heading towards the bathroom to get ready. I could hear her moving around in the bedroom, gathering her things.

I finished up in the bathroom, wrapping the towel around my waist. When I stepped back into the bedroom, the girl was gone. I didn’t like getting too attached to these women. All they wanted was my money. It was better to keep things casual, to enjoy the moment and then move on.

The f**k.

I got dressed quickly, pulling on a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt. I checked my phone again, and saw that Jamie actually left messages. Jamie was a good assistant, always on top of things, always making sure I was where I needed to be. But he never knew when not to call.

I headed downstairs, making my way to the living room. Tony, my butler, was waiting for me, his expression stoic as always.

“Good afternoon, sir.” he said, giving me a small bow.

It was afternoon already. I lost track of time.

“Tony.” I replied, heading towards the front door. “Did you make sure the girl got out of my house?”

Tony nodded, his face impassive. “Yes, sir. She asked for a thousand dollars and scurried out. She left a few minutes ago.”

Like I said. Always after money.

“Did you give her?” I said, glancing at my watch. Logan would be here any minute, and I wanted to be ready when he arrived.

“Yes, sir. She was being quite insistent.”

“Don’t do that again. Are we clear.” I raised my voice at him.

“Alright, sir.”

As if on cue, I heard the sound of a car pulling up outside. I walked over to the window, watching as Logan stepped out of his car, with Jamie in the front seat. Jamie didn’t come out and Logan made his way up the driveway.

He looked sharp as always, dressed in a crisp suit and tie. I smirked, and pocketed my hands as I walked towards his car. Logan was like my second brother. He was the only non-blood relative who I could always count on.

My driver, Timmy was quick on his hills and opened the backseat door for me. Logan slid into the backseat with me and Timmy drove us off.

Logan gave me a quick once-over, his eyes narrowing in disapproval. “You look like you just rolled out of bed. What’s with the casual get-up?” he said, his tone half-joking, half-serious.

I shrugged. “I had a late night, okay? Can we not discuss this?”

Logan shook his head, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. “I saw the reason for your long night hailing a cab for herself. You’ve suddenly lost your nick for hot women, hey?” He teased

I groaned and ignored him.

“Good morning, Mr. Black.” Jamie said from the front.

“Morning Jamie.”

“Timmy, can we get there any faster?” Logan urged, tapping him on the shoulder.

“Yeah, let’s get this over with.” I grunted.

***

As we pulled up to the private hospital, I took a moment to admire the sleek building and what my money was used for. I had donated a huge amount of money to this place over the years, ensuring it was one of the best in the city. It was the least I could do, considering how often I found myself here—usually not by choice.

An overbubbly female nurse met us at the entrance, her eyes lighting up as she recognized me. Her smile was bright, too bright, and I could see the red creeping up her cheeks. I could tell just by the way she looked at me that she was too eager, too desperate. I didn’t like that.

“This way, Mr. Black.” she said, gesturing for us to follow her. Her voice was squeaky, and I detected a hint of nerves in it. I exchanged a look with Logan and Jamie, who were both doing their best to keep straight faces.

They found it funny.

We followed the nurse down the hallways and the smell of disinfectant hung heavy in the air. She led us to my private wing and was side-eyeing me and checking me out.

As we walked, I couldn’t help but notice the way her eyes kept darting back to me, lingering a little too long on my face and body. It was a little irritating. I was used to women fawning over me, but there was something about this one that rubbed me the wrong way.

When we reached my room, she turned to me with a smile that was a little too eager. “If you could take your shirt off, Mr. Black, we’ll get started with the check-up.”

I sighed, pulling off my t-shirt. The nurse’s eyes widened as she took in my torso, her gaze literally trailing the tattoos that adorned my skin. I could see the blush deepening on her cheeks, her eyes practically burning up in a frenzy. It was almost comical.

I rolled my eyes, feeling a surge of irritation. “You can leave now.” I scolded at her, my voice cold.

The nurse’s face fell, and she looked like she was about to protest, but then she nodded, her shoulders slumping. “I’m sorry, Mr. Black.” she said, turning and hurrying out of the room.

As soon as the door closed behind her, Logan let out a low whistle. “That was harsh, man.”

I shrugged, running a hand through my hair. “She kinda deserved it for literally eye-f*****g me.”

Logan shook his head, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. “Like you were any better with those freaking models back at the office. You’re so unprofessional, Leo.”

I smirked, knowing he was right. My reputation as a playboy hung heavy on me, and I didn’t mind. I enjoyed the attention, that was who I was anyways. But I had taste in women, and she definitely didn’t match up. Plus, I didn’t appreciate being ogled like a piece of meat during a hospital visit.

We settled into the room, Logan taking a chair for Jamie to sit in while he stood against the by the door, his hands clasped in front of him. Jamie was Logan’s boyfriend, and were very happy with each other. But it didn’t mean because they both worked for me at Black’s Couture, they would take unnecessary breaks to go and f**k because they were close to me.

No.

Both of them were always professional at work, something I respected about them. Unlike me anyways. Jamie soon stepped out of the room and Logan strode towards me.

“So, how’s the fashion show coming along? Have the investors landed yet?” I asked, sitting down on the exam table.

“It’s going well, I guess. They’ve landed in New York and will be seeing you on Monday. We’ve got the best designs in the world, but the investors are getting tired of the same stuff every year. They want something new, something fresh.”

“Maybe it’s time to shake things up a bit. I probably need to fire all those so-called designers of ours and get new fingers on board.” I commented, making Logan laugh. He probably thought I was joking.

If it came to firing those incompetent designers of mine to hold my company’s rank where it was or to raise it even higher, I would. Else, I’ll be losing money. And I didn’t want that.

“Zoe!” I heard Fiona, the head nurse bark. She had entered the room and I didn’t notice. “This is Mr. Black. I expect you to treat him with the utmost care.”

I turned from Logan to see who Fiona was fussing over. Standing there was this really gorgeous nurse. She looked like she’d been hit with a ton of bricks when she saw me. She was really hot, with this cute bedazzled scrubs on and the most stunning facial features I’d ever seen.

Her eyes were a light, mesmerizing shade of green, and her gorgeous long brown hair was pulled back in a neat ponytail, revealing the elegant curve of her neck. Her lips were pink, full and inviting, and her olive skin was smooth and flawless.

The room was soon filled with a beautiful smell of flowers. But I didn’t know who it was from.

My eyes roamed down her body, taking in her curves and the way her sparkly scrubs clung to her big boobs, large ass, wide hips and a freakishly thin waist. She was really hot, and I could feel a flicker of interest stirring inside me.

I’d seen many beautiful women in my life, but there was something about her that was different, something that caught my attention.

Her eyes locked onto mine, and I could see her struggling to keep it together. I was already enjoying this.

“Mr. Black, this is your nurse. She’ll be the one conducting your physical examination,” Fiona said, pushing her forward.

I checked her out from head to toe, taking in every inch of her. My lips tugged into a bit of a smile as I watched her squirm under my gaze. She was trying so hard to keep it together, but I could tell she was feeling what she saw.

Me.

“Thank you, Ms. Fiona. That’ll do,” I said, dismissing Fiona and not taking my eyes off Zoe. I could see the effect I was having on her, and it was fun to watch.

I couldn’t help but smirk, my gaze locked on Zoe. She seemed frozen, her eyes wide as she looked at me. I could see the faintest hint of a blush on her cheeks, and I felt a thrill of excitement. This was going to be fun.

“Come closer.” I told her, my voice echoing off the walls. I kept my eyes on Zoe, watching every move she made. Her eyes widened for a second, and I saw her swallow. She hesitated, but finally, she got her act together, snapping on those gloves like she was about to dive into surgery.

When she came closer, The flower smell grew. It was her.

“I’ll start by checking your blood pressure and heart rate, Mr. Black.” she said, placing her ear stuff on my chest. Her voice was like a symphony in my ears. She was cool and professional, but I could tell she was fighting to keep it that way.

I felt her hand on my chest, even through the gloves. Damn, she was soft, and I liked the way her hand lingered. She was nervous; I could feel her trembling when she touched me. Her hand rested against my chest, and I made sure she felt my heart pounding under her palm. She looked up, our eyes locking for a second, and she blushed. Cute.

“Is this your first time doing a check-up on someone like me?” I asked, smirking.

“Why?” she asked, trying to sound all professional but failing miserably.

“You seem tense.” I said, lifting a finger to brush her forehead. “You’re sweating.”

She looked flustered, and it was hilarious. “No, I’ve handled many patients like you, sir.” she stammered, obviously trying to cover up how rattled she was.

“Ah, but I’m not like the others, am I?” I replied, dropping my voice low. “You can be honest with me, Miss Zoe. I don’t bite—unless you want me to.”

She froze for a moment, and I could see her cheeks turning red. I had her right where I wanted her. She moved to my arm, wrapping the blood pressure cuff around my bicep, and it was almost too small. She was really trying to act like this was just another day at work, but I could see right through her.

As she pumped up the cuff, I chuckled. “You know you look cute when you’re flustered.” I said, pulling her closer with my arm around her waist. I leaned in, my lips just an inch from her ear. “You’re the prettiest nurse I’ve ever seen.”

She shot me a look, clearly annoyed but trying to keep her cool. “Mr. Black.” She said, pulling away from my hold. “I’m just here to do my job. Can we please keep this professional?”

I raised an eyebrow, amused by her attempt to be all business-like as I pushed back from her. “As you wish, Ms. Zoe.” I said, grinning.

Logan, my friend who’d been chilling on a chair nearby, got up and came over.

I turned my focus at him, who was giving his frustrated look. “Logan, why’d you get up?” I asked, giving him a look.

He shrugged, striding towards me. “Just checking in.” he said to Zoe, leaning against the doorframe. “He’s always like this around beautiful women.” He told her.

Zoe blushed even more. I didn’t like how she responded to Logan’s comment. She seemed more relaxed around him than me, which was annoying.

If he wasn’t gay, I’d have thought he was after her.

“It’s okay. I’m used to dealing with difficult patients.” she replied, a slight smile on her face.

I scoffed at her comment, leaning back on the table I was seated. Logan laughed, shaking his head at me. “Leo, let her do her job. We need to be out of here real soon.”

Zoe finished up the check-up, trying not to look at me too much. I could tell she was struggling to stay focused, and I couldn’t help but feel a little smug about it. She had no idea what she was in for. As she turned to leave, I watched her walk away, enjoying how her ass moved.

I leaned back in my chair, looking over at Logan. “She’s something else, isn’t she?” I said, more to myself than to him.

“She’s definitely not your usual type.” Logan replied, giving me a knowing look and ignoring me to use his phone.

“Now that’s where you’re wrong, friend.” I said, my eyes still on the door where she’d left.