The Billionaire and the Cleaner (18 page)

“We’re in your office,
Kent
,” she said.

“I don’t give a fuck. Everyone has gone home. I need you
right now.”
Kent
lifted her onto the desk, pushed her uniform up her thighs to expose her pussy.
He tore her panties from her body.

She watched as he pulled his hard cock out of his pants. In
the next instant he was inside her. She gasped as the width of him startled
her.

“Fucking, yes,” he said.

He devoured her mouth as he rode her body. Lana had no
choice but to hold on as he took her on one of his employee’s desks.

“I’m not going to last. Play with yourself. I want to feel
your cunt grip me,” he said.

She licked her fingers and pressed them to her clit.

“That’s it. Finger your sweet pussy.”

Kent
licked her
lips as he rode her hard. “Fuck!”

He fucked her hard, and she played with her clit bringing
herself to orgasm as
Kent
finished inside her body.

She didn’t want to think about the consequences of their
unprotected sex. Lana hadn’t told him she’d missed two monthly cycles. The
consequences scared her. She’d never used the pill because of how it affected
her moods.

“Thank you. I’m addicted to you, Lana,” he said.

“I’m addicted to you as well.” She spoke the truth. Neither
of them said the L-word. Lana was afraid in case he pushed her away. From an
early age she’d learned how people used you once you gave them a part of
yourself.

She wouldn’t let that happen even though it was getting
harder every day to deny him.

****

Lana’s cunt pulsed around his cock.
Kent
didn’t
want to leave her body. She felt so amazing to him. He held her close and
wished they were home in his apartment where he could remove all of her
clothing.

“We’re going to John’s house this weekend. He’s putting on a
barbeque, and a few of my friends will be there,” he said.

“I’m going?” she asked.

He hated this part of Lana. She always asked permission, as
if she was his dirty little secret.
Kent
loved her. Why didn’t she see
how he felt? His family and his friends knew he was in love with her. Why
couldn’t she see what everyone else could?

“Of course you’re coming. Lana, you’re my woman. Your place
is by my side.”

She smiled. “I need to finish work.”

“I think this is going to be messy,” he said.

“It’s good for you you’ve got a cleaner who knows how to
clean this mess up.” He chuckled.

When they were apart he helped her clean the mess they’d
created.
Kent
pushed all of his thoughts aside. He wanted her badly.

“I’ll help you clean,” he said.

She laughed, and together they cleaned up the building. He
watched as she moved around the room. His gaze never left hers.

I love her.
She’s part of my soul.

He’d phoned his mother about a ring.
Kent
wanted to
make Lana his wife. He loved her and intended to spend the rest of his life
with her.

The party at John’s place was also where he intended to propose
to her. His family were due to be present. He’d planned the whole event. The
last few days he’d been arranging places that would be perfect for him to
propose. He’d cancelled three restaurants as proposing in those places had been
done numerous times.

Lana didn’t need expensive places. She needed to be
comfortable and in a place she could trust. He understood that about her more
than she realised.

When they’d finished cleaning his floor,
Kent
waited for
her in the car. She came out of the building, smiled at the security guard, and
then made her way to him.

Something was off about her. He’d noticed she was off her
food, and when she woke up in the mornings she’d run to the bathroom a few
times to vomit.

Was she pregnant?

He couldn’t be sure, and he didn’t want to pressure her.
They hadn’t talked about kids, and he didn’t know her thoughts on kids. He knew
she liked kids from the way she was with his nieces and nephews.

What were her thoughts on them having kids?

“You’re quiet tonight,” she said.

“Thinking about the weekend.
John’s
parties are always full of surprises. He’ll probably get the photograph album
out for you to have a little laugh over.” He chuckled.

She laughed along with him. “He’s a teaser?” she asked.

“Not really. He takes life pretty seriously,” he said,
thinking about John.

Lana grew quiet. They’d argued about photographs before.
Kent
didn’t
want to bring up any bad memories for her.

“Your friend sounds amazing,” she said.

“He is.”

They drove the rest of the way in silence. On the way up to
their floor
Kent
kept thinking about her morning sickness. When they got into the apartment Lana
went straight for the sofa. She collapsed on it moaning.

“I’m so tired.”

“Do you want anything to eat?”
Kent
asked, looking around their
space. Their space was cleaner than he remembered it. A chocolate fudge cake
was on a cake stand underneath a lid on the counter in the kitchen. She baked a
lot, and the staff inside the block loved what she produced. The shelves and
counters in the kitchen were filled with her books. He’d also noted some of her
ornaments on the counters around the phone.

He’d taken a couple of pictures of her over the weeks and
gotten them framed. One was on his office desk at work.

“No, I’m not hungry,” she said, grumbling.

Kent
helped her
into bed and then walked through to the sitting room. He picked up his cell
phone, checked the time, and tried his mother.

Penny answered on the third ring. His mother was known for
her late nights and early mornings.

“What’s the matter?” she asked.

“I was wondering if you’d bring a pregnancy test on
Saturday.”

His mother squealed.
“Oh my God!
Derek,
wake up. Lana’s pregnant.”

He waited for her to calm down before talking. “I don’t know
if she is. I’m going to propose to her on Saturday, and then we’re going to do
the test. I don’t want you to rush ahead,” he said.

Kent
grew
exasperated as Penny kept talking about grandbabies and preparing for the
future. He rubbed his eyes.

“Please, don’t tell the others. Something is bugging her,
and I don’t want to rush ahead until I know what’s wrong.”

At his words, Penny calmed down. He talked to her about
everything that happened with Lana.

“I’m sure it’s nothing, son. She’s hormonal, and if she’s
pregnant she’d probably a little frightened. You’ve got to give her time.”

He agreed. After some time passed, he hung up the phone and
went into his room. Lana wore a sheer negligee, and one of her legs was wrapped
around the blankets. She looked exhausted even in sleep.

Stripping down to nothing,
Kent
climbed in beside her. He
placed a hand on her stomach and wondered if his child was growing inside her.

Lana was everything to him: his woman, his lover, and the
other half of his soul.

“I love you,” he said, cradling her close to his heart.

Chapter Nineteen

Lana stared at all the photos of John’s family. There were
several pictures of
Kent
with John when they were younger. She held a glass of water in her hand and her
purse in the other as she looked at him. The party was a barbeque, and the
scents were turning her stomach. Lana didn’t know how she was going to get over
the next few hours. The thought of eating made her feel sick. The only food she
could stomach was the dry crackers she kept in her purse. Every now and again
she took one out of her purse to eat when no one was looking.

Kent
’s family had
turned up. The instant Penny saw
her,
the older woman
wrapped her arms around Lana. Staring at the photos sent uneasy thoughts
tumbling through her mind. She’d taken a pregnancy test yesterday when
Kent
had been
at work. The stick she’d taken read positive. The test she’d taken was wrapped
in a plastic bag, and she’d placed it in her bag. She needed to tell him, but
her past felt like a barrier between them and happiness.

“There you are. I was wondering where you’d escaped to,”
Kent
said. His
arms wrapped around her waist. “You can’t leave me at these events.”

She smiled. “I was looking at some of the pictures.”

He chuckled, and they walked over to them. “John loved to
take photos even back then. He always had a camera. Didn’t you ever have a
friend like that?” he asked.

Lana froze.
Again, a question about her
past.
What should she do? Answer the question, or ignore it?

Kent
let out a
sigh. “Here we go again,” he said.

She turned on him. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Putting
her glass of water down she faced the man she loved. Would he want her when he
knew where she came from and the lifestyle she used to live?

The patio doors leading out to the garden was open. The room
they were in offered some kind of privacy for them.

“You’re cutting me off. I ask something of your past, and
you keep it hidden. I asked a question about you, Lana. Other women would want
me to take an interest in their life.”

“Oh, that’s right because you’re such a fucking gift from God.”

What was wrong with her? Her emotions were all over the
place.

“No, that’s not it, and you know it. I want to know
everything about you because I’m in fucking love with you,”
Kent
said.

She opened her mouth to argue and froze. “What?”

“You heard me,” he said. He grabbed a box from his pocket.
“I organized all of this. I wanted to propose to you today.”

What had happened?

“You keep your life so wrapped up in yourself that you won’t
let anyone inside,”
Kent
said. His voice rose, and she gazed out the door to see the crowd of people
getting closer. Lana clutched her purse tighter against her stomach.
Her stomach that would soon be fuller with his child.

What are you
doing? You’re in love with him. I can’t do this on my own.

Lana closed her eyes as tears fell down her cheeks. Her past
was a nightmare, but she couldn’t run from it anymore.
Kent
had
invaded her life and her heart, and she couldn’t live without him. He was part
of her life.

Licking her lips she looked at him.

“I lived in a trailer.” She blurted the words out before she
gave herself chance to walk away without looking back. “I didn’t have a home
like you or anyone else. I lived in a trailer in a bad area of town. I didn’t
know who my father was. He could have been a guy in town or a passer through.
My mom didn’t care who they were as long as they paid for services rendered.”
She clutched her purse tighter as her stomach churned. “My Christmases were
spent with a chair wedged against the door so her men didn’t come to my room.
When it was summer I used to take a blanket and sleep on a ratty sofa next to a
stream.”

Kent
stood facing
her.

“I had no brothers or sisters. I was an only child with a
mother who drank a lot. She didn’t do anything but whore her body out. I was
bullied in school by my peers, but more often than not I saw them when I woke up
in the morning. They were happy to ridicule me, but they still slept with her.”
Tears were falling down her cheeks. “I graduated school, but I didn’t have
great grades. I could work hard at waiting tables and cleaning. I hate mess
because it reminds me of her and the past I left behind. The stench of sex,
alcohol, and despair filled the trailer.”

She took a deep breath. “There are no pictures of me because
my mom never owned a camera. I don’t know what I looked like as a baby or toddler.
All I remember is the stench of alcohol from my old life. I don’t talk about my
past because it’s miserable, and who wants to remember something like that? I
don’t.”

Lana moved closer even as tears fell down her cheeks. “That
is the past I’ve tried to keep from you. The woman you think you love didn’t
start her life like this. My small apartment meant so much to me because it
wasn’t a trailer. What I’ve told you is what I told Frank. When he dumped me he
told me the only reason he stayed was because I made him feel guilty. I don’t
want you to stay with me because you feel guilty.”