Page 74 of Wrong Room, Right Billionaire

My heart is beating so fast that I am reading the rest of the message a hundred miles per hour. And then it comes to a screeching halt at the compensation.

We are aware that Bale Resorts has the ability to pay you very well, but we are willing to match and even exceed it if you contract for long-term work.

“Match and exceed?” I read aloud.

Suddenly I see Morgan heading back this way and I put my phone down, replacing my sunnies again and acting casual. Meanwhile, my heart is going wild in my chest as my mind races. I’m realizing two things right now, and honestly, I don’t know how to feel about them.

One, I don’t want this to end. I want to tell him the truth: that I know who he is, that he’s the father of my baby, and that I am falling for him.

And two, none of that feels possible. So I would be stupid not to tuck this offer in my back pocket. Just in case.

Chapter 27

Morgan

“I’m not going to lie, Morgan. You’ve really thrown Conrad’s lawyers for a loop.”

Donovan and I are in the middle of a conference call with Jason, my lawyer, while waiting for the plane to take off as we head to Cabo. While I don’t love being involved in a lawsuit, especially against family, I will admit that it’s helping distract me from the flight ahead. This is the third flight of the trip and I’m getting a little better at stomach flying but, 90% of this particular flight is over the ocean. I’m not sure which has me more nauseous–the idea of plummeting to my death in the Pacific or legal talk.

Either way, I am grateful that Scarlett is passed out in her seat, eye mask and earplugs in place.

“That is the idea,” Donovan says with a smile. But I’m not amused by any of this.

“Let me guess,” I say. “They’re pissed.”

“That’s a good word for it,” Jason admits. “Basically, Conrad doesn’t buy any of it, and he’s doing everything he can to prove the relationship is fake.”

Donovan looks at me with a perfect poker face, and I keep my eyes on the screen, my expression also impeccable.

“Sounds like grasping at straws to me,” I say with a sniff, and Jason studies me. This man has known me for a long time. I hired him shortly after the business was handed over to us. And while originally, he worked for both Conrad and me, eventually he lost interest in anything Conrad related for all the reasons I’m sure I don’t have to explain.

“Who’s repping the devil anyways?” Donovan asks. He has a way of beating me to my own questions, but I’d be lying if I said that I minded.

“Stephen Galinski,” he answers.

“Jesus,” Donovan lets out.

“Isn’t he one of your rivals?” I ask.

“Since I threw my graduation cap in the air,” Jason says, and I shake my head. Conrad would. There’s no way he didn’t know that. But I’m not surprised. Everything Conrad does these days is calculated.

“Don’t worry, though, boys,” Jason goes on. “Because I’m not. The thing about lifelong rivals is they’re the devils you know. All these holes your brother and that snake are attempting to blow in your case are pointless if you’ve got shields. And you do have shields, right? None of it is fake?”

“The relationship you mean?” Donovan asks.

Jason nods.

“Of course it’s real,” I say.

“It better be,” Jason says. “A fake engagement or even a marriage you plan to annul in an attempt to gain the inheritance and secure the CEO position of Bale would be a scandal with the power to cost you everything.”

The tiniest of worried sounds escapes Donovan’s throat, but not loud enough to be audible to Jason.

“Nothing to worry about there,” I tell him. “This is the most authentic thing I’ve ever experienced,” I say.

And as I glance over at Scarlett, sound asleep in her chair, I’m not lying. Not at all.

“Good,” Jason says. “I’ll let you guys go since you’re probably about to take off. Just keep doing what you’re doing, but don’t do anything reckless.”