Maid To The Billionaire: The Tycoon's Love (Part Two) (Billionaire Romance) by Holly Rayner Read Free Book Online

Once outside the bedroom door, I stood quietly and listened. The sounds of my own breathing were magnified in the quiet hallway. I didn’t hear the sounds again so I went towards the nursery to check on Michael. The door was halfway closed. I knew I had left it open, I always do. My heart was hammering in my chest as I pushed it open.
     
    “What the hell are you doing?” Cassandra was standing over my son’s crib looking down at him.  She turned and looked at me and the look on her face could only be described as menacing. “What are you doing? Get away from my son!” I must have looked as crazy as I felt at the moment, because she stepped away. I went over and made sure he was okay. He was still sleeping. I turned on her then and with my own menacing stance, I pushed her out of the nursery without laying a hand on her. “How did you get in here?” I asked her, once we were in the hallway.
     
    She snorted. “I’m still married to Alex. This is still my home. I have a key to the front door and I know the code.”
     
    “You don’t live here any longer. You don’t have a right to be here, much less in my son’s room. I should call the police on you!”
     
    She snorted again. “Maybe you should, but you won’t. You’re already a joke; the maid seduces the billionaire and she makes headlines for a day, you’ve had your fifteen minutes of fame. It will all be over soon. You and Alex have a beautiful boy there… it’s too bad once he takes me back that you’ll only get to see him on visiting day.”
     
    “You’re insane. What are you talking about?”
     
    “Alexander loves all of this. He loves his home and his cars and his private jet. He loves his business and his bank accounts. He loves fine foods and fine wines… he’s not going to give that up…any of it, for you! The baby will be more difficult, but let’s face it… an unwed maid with a pole dancer for a mother or a billionaire, which do you think the judge will give custody to?”
     
    “Get out of my house or you will be the next headline.”
     
    “It’s my house. Mine and Alexander’s. When I move back in, you’ll be lucky to be able to get a job cleaning toilets.”
     
    “Get out!” I screamed at her.
     
    “I’m going… for now. But if I were you honey, I wouldn’t unpack my bags too soon.”
     
    She turned then and went down the stairs. I watched her go with my heart still racing in my chest. I was sweating and having a hard time catching my breath. I wanted to tear or break something or beat someone up. No, not someone. I wanted to beat her up. I never liked her before, but now that she’s threatened my child, and me I felt myself seething with hate for her. She was wrong about Alex and there was no way that anyone would ever take my child from me.
     
    I was finding this new world to be more maddening by the hour but I realized I’d gone from “intimidated” to “angry,” and that was a good thing… intimidated meant running and hiding, angry meant standing my ground and fighting for what was mine. I wasn’t afraid of her. She might be used to getting what she wanted up until now, but she wasn’t going to win this time.
     
     
    Holly Rayner