The Unexpected Crush, Book Three (An Alpha Billionaire In Love BBW Romance)

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The Unexpected Crush, Book Three

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bout The Unexpected Crush
, Book Three

I
blinked awake
, slowly stretching out against decadently soft sheets as my mind cleared away the fog of sleep. The first thing that my mind registered was heat — way too much heat. I shifted uncomfortably, suddenly aware of the hot, heavy length stretched out beside me — and half on top of me. It wasn’t the most comfortable way to start my day, but I couldn’t help but smile as I gently slipped away from the too-warm body sleeping next to me and pushed the thick comforter down to my waist.

I rolled onto my side, not even trying to suppress joy bubbling up inside me as I studied Chase’s slumbering form. He was lying on his stomach, angled towards me, face half buried in his pillow. Dark hair cascaded across his forehead, and his eyelashes cast shadows on his sharp cheekbone as they fluttered in his sleep. His mouth and jaw were relaxed in a way that they never were during waking hours, and a thrill shot through me at seeing him so exposed and tranquil. I was pretty sure that no one else got the opportunity see the great Chase Donahue like this.

Usually, the CEO of St. Luke’s hospital was both cocky and domineering. Always buried in his office behind a stack of paperwork a mile high, Chase only seemed to come out from behind his desk to snarl at poor interns like myself. At least that’s what I’d thought about him until yesterday, when I’d discovered that there was more to Chase Donahue than his alpha-businessman persona. Which is how I’d ended up here, naked in his lavish bed.

The memory of the previous night’s passions had me twisting in anticipation, wishing Chase would wake up and ravish me again. Last night hadn’t been the first time we’d slept together — the unbearable chemistry between us had led to an “indiscretion” even before I realized what an amazing person Chase really was. But, last night, there had been no hesitations, no uncertainty as to whether or not we wanted each other. Now, looking down at his lean, toned form, I couldn’t wait a repeat performance of those uninhibited activities.

As if he could feel me watching him, he stretched one arm out in the space I had just vacated, like he was chasing my warmth. The muscles on his shoulder and back flexed and bulged with the movement, causing the already ignited flame of desire to burn brighter within me.

I couldn’t help but hope it was still early enough for us to get a quickie in before we both had to be at the hospital. I assumed that it was likely, as not even a hint of light was peaking through the floor-length windows beside the bed. I groped towards the nightstand for my phone and was relieved to see that it was still quite early — five-thirty. I had half an hour before my alarm was scheduled to go off and we’d both need to get up and start our day.

Looking at the alarm on my phone, my realization from the night before came flooding back to me. My period was late. I had unprotected sex with Chase almost a month ago, and I was late. There was a chance I was pregnant — even more so now that my period hadn’t started on time. I felt sick at the realization.

A deep, gravely voice broke me out of my reverie and brought me back to the present. Blinking again, I focused back on Chase’s face. He’d shifted so that both of his pale grey eyes were open and gazing on me. His jaw was slightly tenser than before, but his lips curled into a soft smile.

“What?” I asked, not having caught what he’d mumbled.

“Where were you just now?” he asked, lifting his hand to stroke the hair out of my face. “You looked like you were a million miles away.”

“Just thinking about everything that’s happened in the last few weeks… how much things have changed,” I replied, not ready yet to tell him about the ever-increasing possibility that I was pregnant with his child.

Chase’s smile grew as he moved closer to me in bed. The hand in my hair became firmer as he pulled me towards him, pressing his lips to mine. I tried to move away, more than a little aware of my morning breath, but Chase just pressed closer. He shifted his body until it was once again leaning down on mine, pushing me into the bed. I could feel the evidence of his growing excitement hardening against my leg.

“Oh no, nuh-uh,” I chided, pulling away. “I don’t think we have time for that this morning.” In truth, we probably did have time for a quick morning romp, but I was no longer feeling sexy. It was all I could do to remain calm so that Chase wouldn’t realize something was wrong.

Chase grumbled as I pushed myself up and out of bed. Despite my anxiety, I didn’t have to fake my smile at how adorable he looked, with sleep in his eyes and stubble on his chin, muttering angrily into the spot I’d just vacated.

“I thought we didn’t need to be up until six,” he grumbled, with a slight whine in his voice.

As if in answer to his question, my alarm began to chirp loudly, as did his. With another groan, Chase followed my lead and pulled himself up and out of bed.

My eyes followed the rise and fall of his large muscles as he shifted and stretched. I lingered over his tight abs and bulging pecks before making its way up to his smirking face. I’d been caught admiring his body.

“You sure you don’t want to join me in the shower?” he asked with a leer, bending down to rid himself of his box briefs, his large cock still half-hard from grinding against my thigh earlier. Before I could answer, he turned and headed towards the en suite, moving slowly in order to give me a perfect view of his shapely backside. It was enough to snap me out of my funk — at least for a few moments.

“I guess,” I said, pretending to pout, though I was feeling anything but at the moment. My eyes never left Chase’s ass as I followed him into bathroom, stumbling over my clothes I had hastily removed last night, before stepping into the shower as Chase messed with a control pad that I assumed regulated the water pressure and temperature.

I shouldn’t have been surprised, given the size of Chase’s house — and his bank account — that his shower would be equally as extravagant, but I still couldn’t help but feel amazing. It could probably fit four people, with a shower-head on each wall.

“This is so cool,” I called over my shoulder towards Chase.

“It also has a sauna feature,” he replied.

“That may come in handy at some point,” I said, images of Chase, dripping with sweat as he fucked me against the steam, coming to mind.

After he’d pressed a few buttons, each shower-head began to spray deliciously warm water.

Too caught up in examining the fancy features, I didn’t realize that Chase had joined me in the shower until I was being pressed against the tile wall. His scruffy face rubbed and kissed at my neck as he rocked his growing erection against my ass. His hands slid across my belly at a deliciously slow speed, leaving my skin on fire in their wake. One moved up until it settled on my breast, tweaking and massaging my nipple. The other slid down to explore my folds, which were rapidly growing wetter — and not because of the shower.

All too soon, Chase withdrew his hands and stepped back. I whined in protest but was quickly calmed by the sound of a condom wrapper being opened. Then, Chase was pressing back up against me, spreading my legs as he buried himself in my body.

I sighed in pleasure, pressing back against him as he entered me slowly. I knew we didn’t have time for such a leisurely pace, but I couldn’t bring myself to care at the moment. Pulling one of his hands back down towards my clit, I allowed him to take away the last of my worries, at least for a little while.

U
nfortunately
, sex could only relieve my worries for so long — no matter how good it happened to be. By the time I arrived at work that morning — slightly later than I’d wanted to be — I was back in my anxious state of mind. I still had a few days before any pregnancy test would give me a reliable answer, so I was forced to simply wait and see.

There was one thing I was certain of, however — I needed to tell Chase.

Before last night, I had decided there was no reason for Chase to ever know. I wasn’t planning on keeping a child, if there was one, and I had assumed that he was an asshole who wouldn’t care either way. Now that we were together, however, I realized that he deserved to know, even if I still wasn’t planning on keeping the baby.

At first, I thought about waiting until I’d seen a doctor and knew for sure whether or not I was pregnant before dropping such a bomb on Chase. After my panic this morning, however, I realized that would probably not be possible. I knew that Chase could already sense my anxiety and could tell that
something
was wrong.

I didn’t want to have the inevitable conversation at work, so I suggested that we go to dinner the following evening, even though I was in a drastic need of sleep.

“Okay, spill. What’s going on with you,” Chase asked as we sat across from each other at a quiet little restaurant near the beach. “You’ve been weird all day.”

“How am I being weird?” I asked, even though I knew he had a point. “We’ve only been together for, like, twenty-four hours. What’s your basis for comparison?”

I was being snappy — I
had
been acting off all day, even if he didn’t know me well enough yet to really notice how weird I was being. I’d been overly quiet during our ride into work earlier that morning, and now — even though I’d already decided to reveal the truth about the possible pregnancy — I was still acting anxious and twitchy. I knew I wanted to tell Chase the truth, I just didn’t know how.

“We’ve only been together for a day,” he pointed out, studying me with those intense grey eyes of his. “But I’ve known you for a few weeks now. You’ve never been one to remain quiet for long periods of time. In fact, it is my understanding that you often let your mouth get away with you, speaking even when you shouldn’t.” Chase paused, biting his lip and looking a little anxious himself. “Which is one of the reason I liked you, to be completely honest. So are you having second thoughts about us?” he asked quietly.

“No!” I replied firmly. I knew that I needed to put his mind at ease, but I didn’t know how to begin. I was at a beautiful restaurant, watching the sunset with a handsome man who cared about me. I had no reason to complain. Except for the possibility that I may be pregnant with his child — a child neither of us wanted. Knowing that I had to get it out somehow, I sucked in a breath, collected my thoughts, and spoke.

“So… the first time we had sex,” I started.

“I remember,” Chase replied with a smirk.

“We didn’t use a condom,” I continued.

“Yeah. But we’re both clean,” he said.

“Yes, but STI’s aren’t the only reason to wear a condom,” I snapped back.

Chase was silent for a moment, letting the information sink in.

“You’re pregnant,” he said after a pause, his face unreadable.

“I don’t know,” I replied. “It was too soon to test during my last visit to the doctor, but my period is late now. I have another doctor’s appointment to get tested tomorrow. I won’t know for sure until then. ”

Chase didn’t say anything for a long time. His face was pale, and he was staring out into the ocean fog. The longer the silence continued, the more agitated I became.

“Look,” I said finally, “I don’t
want
a child. Don’t worry. If I’m pregnant, I obviously wont be keeping it. It’s not a big deal either way.”

In my heart, I knew that wasn’t true — even if I didn’t keep the baby, a pregnancy was still a big deal. But I wanted to assure Chase. I wanted him to know I wasn’t trying to trap him into anything.

“What?” he was finally looking at me. “You wouldn’t keep it?”

“Of course not,” I replied. “I’m a first-year intern. I can’t really ask for maternity leave. I’ve worked too hard to get where I’m to take a break and have a child right now.”

“So it’s just that easy for you? And you get to make that decision for both of us?” Chase seemed to be growing more and more upset.

“I’m talking to you about it right now, aren’t I?” I asked. “What would you have me do?”

“I don’t know,” Chase replied, running his hands through his hair. “We could make it work. I could pull some strings, have your internship deferred for a year… just until the baby is old enough.”

“And I’m supposed to just give up my career like that? For a
year
? I’m not rich like you, even if I did want a family. I couldn’t afford to take that much time off.”

“I would take care of you,” Chase replied, as if slightly confused at my assertion. “Obviously, I would take care of you and our baby. You wouldn’t even have to work, unless you wanted to.”

“What? Do you think I could be some kind of a trophy wife?” I nearly snarled. “I graduated from medical school at the top of my class. I
want
to work. What I don’t want is a baby.”

“But what about what
I
want?” Chase asked angrily.

“What about what you want?” I replied. “You can’t always have everything you desire.” I paused and took a deep breath, trying to keep the discussion from escalating even further. “Do you even know how to take care of a baby?”

“I could learn,” he replied.

“I would be the one who would have to quit my job. I would be the one making all the sacrifices. You don’t even know what raising a child entails. You just think it’s a nice idea.”

“That’s not true,” he replied, but he didn’t sound convinced. We lapsed into an awkward silence after that, both lost in our own thoughts.

“We’ve only been together for a day,” I said after a while. “That’s way too short of a time to be thinking about stuff like that. And we don’t even know if I’m pregnant. Why don’t we wait and have this conversation after we know for sure.”

Chase just nodded, motioning to the server for our check.

“Can you just drop me off at my apartment?” I asked as we got into his car. I’d already agreed to go back to his house with him, but I was no longer in the mood for company. I needed to be alone. I needed to think.

“Sure,” Chase replied, studying me for a moment before starting the car and heading into town.

I kissed him goodbye, though the embrace was less passionate than any others up to that point. I then wondered up to my apartment alone.

For a few long moments, I stared at the half-full bottle of wine on my counter. I hadn’t had a drink since the night of our indiscretion. Even though I hadn’t been planning to keep a child if there was one, drinking when there was possibility of a pregnancy just felt wrong.

Instead, I went to the freezer and pulled out an unopened pint of Ben & Jerry’s. I had barely touched my dinner at the restaurant and now I realized that I was actually quite hungry.

Wrapping myself in my grandmother’s quilt — as was my habit of late — I savored each bite of ice cream as I thought about Chase’s point.

I could see why he might want a child. I knew his mother had died on the operating table and his father had passed away a few years ago. He had one sister, which he barely saw, so the idea of building a family was understandable.

Still, Chase knew nothing about raising a child. I may seem like a great idea to him, but I would be the one required to sacrifice in order to make that happen. I would have to carry the baby for nine months. Working twelve-hour shifts in the ER when I was eight months pregnant seemed like an impossibility. But even if I
did
work up to the birth, I would have to stay home with the baby at least until it was old enough for daycare. Starting a family just wasn’t an option for me right now and I just didn’t understand why Chase couldn’t see that.

And yet, much like the traitorous part of my brain that refused to stop lusting after Chase before we were together, there was a part of me that
could
imagine having a little baby with beautiful pale eyes. I could see Chase with the infant tucked ever so gently against his muscular shoulder as it slept peacefully in his arms.

“No,” I said out loud. “That can’t happen. At least not any time soon.”

Still, I feel asleep to the thought of a tiny little bundle of joy with bright grey eyes.